The tilt of his head suggested the smirk behind the helmet as he glanced over at Tony. Quick on the rebound as usual. It was largely preferred over whatever weird tension had wormed its way between them back in the bathroom- although to be fair, that tension was in the form of one very dead man.

The door was as tacky as everything else around here. Cayde eyed it before holding his hand up to bring Sundance out. "Can we get a confirmation on that, buddy?" he asked as the Ghost decompiled.