With the structure looking secure, Tony didn't have as much of an excuse to be so intent on it, leaving him looking like the untethered one as he leaned away from it and twisted his wrench in his hands like he might bend it in half. "It's not just the farts," should have been funnier, with a flick of his hand up his chest at the whole poorly designed system that Cayde didn't have to manage. How much Cayde did hang on to his humanity made it seem callous for Tony to admit how much he wanted to shed his, so he didn't know how to answer, and kept his gaze averted guiltily.

"I'm in control of the armor," he decided to structure. "I built it, I know how to fix it, I can program it, and I can take out the parts that--I can make it better."