At least they could breathe a collective sigh of relief with the drop of that bug. Cayde took note of Tony's reaction and the gooey splatterings that liberally decorated his everything, his metal features adjusting into as close a proximity of a grimace as could be managed.

"Eh, it still did something. Might I suggest grenades next time? Grenades are a wonderful thing."

The noise drew his attention back to the opening of the cavern, and Cayde narrowed his optics at the thought of more of them pouring through. Several shots of flame and maybe that'd take care of that. Dangling from a rope with someone hanging around your neck however made things a lot more difficult. He looked up again, and then began to pump his legs to get them some momentum, making sure his feet would get the brunt of the walls once they got near enough so he could push back out.

"Hang on, we're getting out of here," he said, shifting the arm that wasn't hanging onto the rope around the man's torso. "On three, let go of the rope." Surely he hadn't just said that.