Tony's ears were not nearly sensitive, and he had sunk down into the warmth of the water until Catra's voice was a distant murmuring when she did suddenly speak. His brow pinched in irritation, but then she was talking again and he had to at least open his eyes to glare at her for intruding on his compiling.

That was when he flinched, startled much more awake by the looming, headless shadow, splashing as he flung on arm back to hook over the rock and ready to haul himself back and out. Luckily, that was as far as he got, his other hand going to his pounding heart to reassure it that this was a familiar, looming, headless shadow, not one that was about to possess Catra. As far as he knew. "You really have to stop doing that, warn a guy, start introducing some colour into the wardrobe, gold, maybe," he complained with a small illustrative gesture of his hand to his own much less intimidating suit. The towel that had been twisted around his head sloughed over into the water, and he frowned at it, letting it slowly sink onto his knee. It was going to be a cold trip back out of the cave.