Most people would think opening a window at this altitude was negligent, perhaps dangerous, and they weren't in the position the last two times to diligently navigate any latching system, so Tony shot Cayde a sidelong look for what appeared to be an earnest search for getting some fresh air.

Not that it was a terrible idea.

Tony rapidly went from looking dubious, to focused as he swung around at the desk again and shoved the games and trinkets aside, searching for anything actually useful. There was a letter opener, and heavier-handled scissors for all of those packages the Captain was handling, which Tony snatched to jam into the window frame and hammer quickly until the seal broke. The pane of glass tipped into the room and had to be quickly braced, just as the battering at the door abruptly stopped. It was the whistling of the wind outside now that made it hard to hear, and made Tony squint at Cayde as he tried to listen to what sounded like a robust discussion on the other side of the door. They were deciding what to do about them.