Reluctantly, Tony took the toy from his shoulder to look into its little face, like he had to make sure she wouldn't mind being left behind. That did only make it clearer to him that she wasn't really designed to withstand any further roughhousing, and with a little moue left her neatly on a seat at the bar, sitting up as best as her stuffing could hold her.

Unlike everywhere else in the city, lucky if the windows were intact, the strangely perfect seal lining the courtyard meant they had to go back out and up over the building. It wasn't a particularly intuitive way to navigate, why wouldn't there be a window out?, so Tony wasn't entirely surprised Cayde didn't have a stronger impulse to keep assessing the surrounding towers. He still accused, "He's probably building a shrine to you over there," for everything that Cayde could have been missing in his own backyard.