This was more of a leverage problem, Tony would argue, finding it difficult to really put the necessary muscle into breaking a reinforced window while hanging off of the side of an airship, and was starting to find it difficult to see how this was in any way a good idea. He wasn't even looking the second time he brought the ornament down, face screwed up with more determination than focus, but the burst of glass and responding shriek of surprise from inside was unmistakable. Tony flung the broach away, where it bounced off of the dead man's shoulder before disappearing in the sunlight, to throw both hands up onto the broken windowpane and start dragging them inside.

The woman that had shrieked was still standing there, kerchief to her chest, backed up against the door of the private cabin. Upon recognizing the old woman who looked like she was going to eat him in the moments before he realized just how badly this trip was going to go, Tony almost backed them out of the window again.