He's no big planner because he feels a lot more can get done without having to work everything out. While he's not meaning to step on anyone's toes in regards to telling anyone what to do, he goes off what he knows. He knows what Tony's capable of, and he knows what Jon can do. He also knows the latter will not be able to sit still and just wait, no matter how he's feeling. It's why the Hunter Vanguard had offered to teach Jon how to use a gun when the man had decided to arm himself. Better to make sure they know how and know what they're getting into. But the last thing he wants is to make anyone feel Useless.
"It's not the ship itself that I'm worried about, it's the traffic jam that's going to be this docking bay depending on how many bodies get crammed into the ships," Cayde points out. He smiles crookedly as Tony dubs the Archivist in charge. He also resists the urge to try moving around the floating screens. Later. He can try playing with those later.
Snapping off a salute once he figures Jon's getting situated, the Exo turns to start towards the remaining ships, pausing as he hears the man speak up again. He glances over his shoulder to wait as Jon speaks to Tony.
That pulsing alarm was working its way into Tony's heart, hard to ignore and counting off seconds as they passed that Tony had to keep recalculating for, but he still lingered with an encouraging pat to Jon's shoulder, "That's it, you got this," and watched Cayde turn to go with a wretched concern that only twisted with surprise as Jon grabbed for him. It wasn't going to do either of them any good if Tony hung around here just to make sure Jon stayed upright if that just got them all blown up. He had to fix this first.
"Always do," he promised, crafting a smile from the reserves, and taking the hand Jon had stayed him with in both of his like they were sealing a big money deal. He probably didn't often leave his partners in the boardroom with a kiss to the knuckles, though. He swept down then to scoop his heavy boots up under his arm and jogged after Cayde, signalling impatiently as though the Exo was the one holding them up, come on, hurry up. "What are you waiting for? We're keeping our hosts waiting. Did you bring red or white?" he insisted as he swept by.
Jon could have reassured Cayde that London has subway stations smaller than this docking bay that handle much more than three hundred people at once. It'll be fine.
Once he has his hand and the console to himself as the others move to leave, Jon takes a moment to pull the oversized robe closer around him, watching the Exo and the human enter the ship that will take them to where they are needed before turning to the array of screens. Right. He will just- Reorganize these a little. And figure out what information exactly he can draw from them... At least he has something to do. Something to focus on.
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"It's not the ship itself that I'm worried about, it's the traffic jam that's going to be this docking bay depending on how many bodies get crammed into the ships," Cayde points out. He smiles crookedly as Tony dubs the Archivist in charge. He also resists the urge to try moving around the floating screens. Later. He can try playing with those later.
Snapping off a salute once he figures Jon's getting situated, the Exo turns to start towards the remaining ships, pausing as he hears the man speak up again. He glances over his shoulder to wait as Jon speaks to Tony.
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"Always do," he promised, crafting a smile from the reserves, and taking the hand Jon had stayed him with in both of his like they were sealing a big money deal. He probably didn't often leave his partners in the boardroom with a kiss to the knuckles, though. He swept down then to scoop his heavy boots up under his arm and jogged after Cayde, signalling impatiently as though the Exo was the one holding them up, come on, hurry up. "What are you waiting for? We're keeping our hosts waiting. Did you bring red or white?" he insisted as he swept by.
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Once he has his hand and the console to himself as the others move to leave, Jon takes a moment to pull the oversized robe closer around him, watching the Exo and the human enter the ship that will take them to where they are needed before turning to the array of screens. Right. He will just- Reorganize these a little. And figure out what information exactly he can draw from them... At least he has something to do. Something to focus on.