That was certainly a safe distance away. Tony watched the head go with blank acceptance, vividly predicting where it would drop out of the sky next to some unsuspecting farmer or adventurer, and only ruin their pants if they were lucky. "Are you sure you're not the murderer?" he checked in, twirling a finger and nodding for this latest crime, but was already turning on his heel to continue their search for the disgraced socialite. She couldn't have gone far. It was pretty unlikely more than one person was hanging off the side of the same boat.