That door should not have been that easy to pick up, and Tony realized he may not have properly accounted for just how strong the Exos could be in its design, and also that he maybe shouldn't have been antagonizing this one so much. "That's very astute of you, Felspring," he muttered, tossing the ball down into the glittery pile that would become the table top to direct the door once more. "Sounds like you're lucky you got paired up." There was clearly some system in place for how these arrangement were made, but that might have been as offensive as suggesting that Cayde's horn had a purpose.

Tony gestured for Felwinter to manoeuvre his load into place against the cradle, eventually hanging onto the edge of the door himself but not actually doing much to take any of the weight of it, and sweeping down as they went to knock things out of the way or collect strewn around tools that were going to help him. The metal tipped against the wall with a shudder that ran through the building, knocking dust out of its cracks all the way to the ceiling, and blocking out the sunlight bouncing brightly off of the snow to leave Tony squinting in the low light of the fire. Only for a moment, and only through one cough before he was instructing with incredible confidence, "Down," for Felwinter to crouch for him and let Tony climb up onto his knee to reach over the top of the door.