[Winter can at least promise that much:]

I don't talk to anyone in there. I won't tell anyone.

[Given Tony's emaciated state, he's going to guess, really, that any kind of calories is going to be at least not horrible for him. Mild stimulants included or not.

There's a pause, which Tony might figure is even more awkward, before Winter decides not to ask about "starving in space" because he's not sure wants the answer, then makes a vague attempt at being a normal human being.]

I'm Winter. I work in security.

[Let's break your brain just a little bit more, Tony.]