"Three!" Tony grit out in unison, and the jump he made was at least better than being thrown out of the window. The bar was very low. He barely had a grip on the whistling vent when he was releasing Cayde's hand, to make a flailing grab in the whip of the wind, kicking like he could swim his way up and into the relative security of the less certain deadly plummet. He was still kicking when he hauled himself up and half way inside, a miserable wiggle to try to work himself into the ship, and out of Cayde's way to make the jump himself while Tony tried to figure out what their next best move was now that they were in a loud tube. Hopefully it wasn't to turn back around, because he could only army crawl forward, until their was an ominous creak of the metal, and he was slipping face first onto the kitchen floor whether he liked it or not.