It was funny how easily Cayde just forgot how bright he naturally was, at least until he caught a glimpse of the dulled glow mostly swallowed up by the overgrowth on the windows. He tilted his head, glancing up at Tony's response as he quietly counted floors.

"Looks like some of this gunk's already been cleared off," he observed as he swam up to a spot where the glass caught the light much easier. He brought his hands up as though it'd make much difference in cutting down on the glow of his own optics.