Cayde eyed the door and the chair, uncertain of just how long it would hold. He'd try moving the desk but it seemed a better idea just to be gone. He waved Tony on, stepping that way himself as he continued to look over his shoulder.

"It wouldn't have been too much trouble if these things were made to be opened," he said, peering at the thing for latches of some kind. If he had to resort to breaking the thing open like the other one, he wouldn't hesitate.