Jon's disapproval got Tony to deflate slightly, not exactly shamed but definitely not as jubilant as he had been, taking the steam out of the punch he had readied for Cayde's arm for wiping his guts on him. It was more of a shove before Tony crossed his arms and tried to combat Jon's unimpressed assessment with cool, looking nonplussed as grey goo sloughed off of his boot. He didn't have a great answer for 'what?'

"We found some bugs. Technically, it was a home invasion, we got off light, I think." He looked to Cayde, hoping for some backup, not sure if he could be trusted with that dubious honour when the price was Jon's wrath, even if he could be trusted with Tony's life, "Slap on the wrist." If they put up a unified front, maybe Jon would be willing to offer whatever was in that bag, because Tony really hoped it was water and painkillers.