He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -
"Yes," she says, quietly. "... How'd you know? None of the other angels I'd talked to had - they'd just appeared. No dying required."
"You're obviously new to angeling - but you know a lot of things about technology and whatnot for someone who's still picking up celestial languages. Also, a naturally occurring angel would... probably not have met a demon in the way it sounds like you did."
Back to the computer. She doesn't seem upset with Cam in particular, just - vaguely sort of traumatized. Computer, computer, not making eye contact with anyone in the room.
He doesn't know where Jarvis has cameras, so he's taking notes in a demonic language that was not part of the language dump.
Eventually he says, "Got it!" and throws a holographic blueprint in Cam's direction.
Cam looks it over enough to make sure it isn't going to, say, explode, and then he makes one of it.
"There's your wireless router," says Tony. He retrieves the object and ferries it over to a location where it may be plugged in appropriately. "Everything look good from your end, Jarvis?"
"Indeed," says Jarvis. "I will be ready to provide both computers with rudimentary browsers as soon as they connect."
"Cool." Cam tells his computer to check for connectivity and grabs the only thing he can grab.
He goes back to his holograms.
The internal partition hasn't started becoming alarmed or deleting itself in a panic, so either Jarvis hasn't gotten past the first layer or isn't trying.
Cam starts by looking up bees.
"Hey, Tony?" she asks, absently. "Does Stark Industries have lots of - trash or waste that you can quietly send my way so I can make it into useful things? If I'm here for a while I might see about starting or usurping a trash company."
"Huh. I mean, we have some, but - oh, hey, how are you with radioactive stuff? Because there's not a lot of volume there, even worldwide, but disposal is kind of a huge problem, if you could just turn it into fluff you'd be doing the world a huge favour. I guess it'd be hard to get it aboveboard, but - I dunno, it just came to me. Not that Stark Industries personally produces that much radioactive waste. Barely any. I guess I just totally failed to answer your actual question."
She goes to look up spots where radioactive waste is dumped.
"In other news, looks like you do in fact need your bees fixed but I'm in before it's a crisis. Where can I go release some inoculation-distributing fake bugs?"
"Would you like a map?" inquires Jarvis. "Presently we are in Sunnydale, California. I'm afraid I'm not sure of the criteria for a good spot to release fake bugs."
"California is great, actually, lots of agriculture, yeah? I can just toss them out the window and they'll find their own way."
"However, no windows being immediately in evidence in this basement, what I am actually trying to say is 'may I either wander your house until I find one or be directed to a particular window that would suit'."