The unified front broke down slightly as Jon turned his back on them for Tony to mouth defensively, "The climbing was fun," then gave a flick of his wrist to splatter some of Cayde's guts back on him with a challenging grin. It was rapidly schooled back to an inquisitive pout as Jon's attention returned and Tony tucked his hands behind his back, which did look suspicious, now that he thought about it. "I don't think so. They're sensitive to light, I'd guess that's why we haven't seen them before," he offered, helpfully providing the knowledge of his important experience with the local wildlife. "Not their kind of party."

As for wounds, it was a little hard to tell under the dirt and grime, and Tony raised his arms with a grimace at the rotation of his wrenched shoulder, to try to give himself a cursory check. But he definitely wasn't the one who had borne the brunt of the attack. He was scraped and bruised from bouncing off of the tunnel walls, and his shoulder felt like it was going to keep him up for a few nights if Jon was only offering bandages, but nothing he would call wounds. "Did they get a hit on you?" he passed to Cayde with none of his own to report, not sure if bandages were the proper solution for his problems, either.