This was a bridge that Tony had been under before, just to the power of ten, making his skin crawl with an anxious familiarity and eager to make a swift escape even as he locked eyes with a bleary humanoid slouched against the edge of a building. It was hard to tell whether this would have been more Natasha's speed, or truly Tony's home turf. He was shaken out of the silent apology that the dazed alien was definitely in no place to be receiving by Sundance's alert, turning toward her light and keen-eyed catch among the noise on the wall.

Hey, hypothetically, you don't have to answer right away, what do you say we leave him here and run away together?, he offered, figuring out quickly how lucky Cayde was to have his partner, as he skipped back a few steps to try to take in the whole marked building in the low light. It was holding up the ceiling above it, wired into the structure in looping, gnarled or rusted together cables that mostly served as a roosting place anymore, for the scaly, milky-eyed birds at this level. There were clearly windows below that, receded into the wall, but dark and boarded up where they weren't smashed through for what looked like furniture or something likewise bulky to be braced in and block the well. At street-level, the wall was featureless, aside from the communal additions over time, and Tony followed it along to the corner that he quickly backed away from again as he spotted a doorway with a very bored but much more alert looking alien lounging in it. Sundance might not have wanted to do any running away with Tony, but he gestured quietly for her to tuck away against his breast inside the robe with the gun before they started drawing any attention. From the pocket, he produced a stack of credits with which to make his compelling argument.