"The faster we strike a vein, the fast we explode this place with the full throttle of our collective genius." Tony's dark eyes were alight with possibility, his shoulder mounts popping up to carve the pine into thin sheets via laserwork. California wasn't starved for natural resources, and even just enough bauxite ore could open up a world of possibilities for building. All of Tony's manufacturing had come from scavenging, but he was only content with that for so long (which was not at all.)