"It's already decrepit," Tony agreed. The body had been terrible company since Tony had met him, and had worn out his welcome by the time Cayde showed up. And while that period of time had certainly felt longer than it actually was, Tony was naggingly aware that it was suddenly going to seem like no time at all when they found they had wasted it while someone else was being murdered. He nodded to encourage Cayde on faster, toward the fresh air of the deck where they were sure to find rope. It was a boat, after all.