Much more gently than he had treated her during the race, Tony cradled Lula against his shoulder, and was patting the slightly poked toy like he was soothing a baby as he came floating after Cayde. She stayed there when Tony turned both palms out at the glass and surmised, "He was clear across, if you haven't seen the writing by now..." Well, maybe Cayde hadn't been watching for weird writing to appear, necessarily. Tony slid closer, trying to squint through the water to where he thought he had seen Wesker at his strange work.