What had Cayde done to this thing? It really wasn't going into place, making Tony bite his tongue like he had to work an engineering miracle, and was irritated that his focus was drawn away from this delicate work by the useless packing paper. Until he realized, "I know her." The Disgraced Socialite glared back at him, making him abandon the cravat to snatch the paper away from Cayde, frowning. "She looked just like that when I met her, too. Just before we got on this boat." Not just like that, he thought, squinting at the photo, then quickly flipping the paper around to try to find a date. "What year is it on this planet? This is old. This wasn't just--I don't believe in coincidences."