This whole situation was so firmly outside of Tony's expertise, he thought, that his instinct was to balk at the suggestion he could even handle a slap in the face, prepared to push back at any suggestion that he was prepared to take on the dead body issue. As much as he had bristled at the murder accusation, Cayde should have been the one with the corpse experience. Tony's wrinkled nose softened, though, as he compartmentalized with a determined breath, accepting that he had probably taken at least as many slaps as Cayde, hard to say, that was a long lifespan that he was competing against. It was still with impatient frustration that he hissed, "I don't know, I don't know, I thought you had a plan, you leapt through the ceiling with a plan." With another breath, he said more evenly, "Showing her a piece of paper is probably less risky than showing her a dead guy."