The arm around Tony's shoulders effective got him to stop his surrender gesturing despite basically offering his hands to be cuffed to the closest crewman, trying not to look too quizzically at Cayde, then giving up as he wondered while Cayde kept talking, "Who's the fifth?" (He had two hands, sticking the thumbs out on either, then pointed to the closest man in offer to join this team as their fifth thumb while he still had the chance.) The woman at the end of the hall was still paying attention, though, and did her best to look unaffected and not smiling at all, evil or not, like she was just there incidentally. This didn't last through the smashing of the glass, making her jump and squeak with shock, eyes wide before she made a hasty exit, knowing better than to stick around for immediate violence.

Tony's eyes were also wide, not sure he was thrilled by the future that he could see unfolding for them, but it was clear enough that he had to quickly find his own hold on Cayde and abandon any further flirting with the man trying to detain him. Going from the cabin into the full force of the wind threatened to whip Tony's breath away, making him quickly turn his head away from it, squinting down the length of the boat where he could see the outstretched rope and half frog man waving his awful hands. There were probably ways that this could have gone better. The second boost up knocked this brief bout of despair loose, boosting Tony into action as well to throw both of his hands up for a clawed hold alongside Cayde on the window, legs tangled around the Exo with a desperate hope that he had any chance of holding that weight. It certainly wasn't going to be for long. Abruptly, he shoved one hand between them to snap one of the many stupid buttons or broaches off of Cayde's shoulder that were digging into his stomach, and slam its sharp point into the glass. Above them, the crewmen leaned out of the first broken window, pointing at the continued destruction.