It was a hall, where Tony dropped his voice to report, "That gal was throwing down with the one we're looking for, before we got on the ship. If this one turns up dead, I know who I'd be asking about it, Hot Stuff." Maybe she was on a spree, or her poison had landed in the wrong hands--it wasn't like the footman cared very much about who ended up with the box. As much as Cayde was steering him, Tony was steering back, so they were dragging each other along as Tony grew steadily certain there was another body waiting for them somewhere, and they had now positioned themselves as the prime suspects in a mass murder situation. "Captain steers the ship, Captain would be at the wheel," he encouraged, like he knew exactly where that even was in this magical machine.