It was on the tip of Tony's tongue to point out that he wasn't a dog, but considering he'd actually managed to win an argument with Steve for once, he was a lot more willing to just let it go. And he could, probably. Maybe. It had been a long time since he'd spent this much time in this shape.

Which might have been why it took a moment for him to stretch himself back upright as Steve started moving, but with his much longer gait he caught up quickly enough. And because Steve had asked, he pointed his head up, trying to get a sense of what exactly he could smell. Mostly storm, though it had passed through already. But.

"Not people," he said after a moment. "But...engines, I think. Smoke, gasoline. Things like that."