While the other two men continued to shout in confusion, trying to get answers from the scholar who had abruptly stopped screaming, Tony, in some desperation, dug out another flare. To his vague surprise-- and to the halting surprise of the frantic half of the team-- this one stayed lit, drawing the attention of the two still-conscious wall-climbers. Taking advantage of the generally startled quiet, Tony offered a quiet, almost silent under the noise of the water, "Thanks, sweetheart," to Susan.
He raised the flare up to try to cast as much light on the man overcome by shock as possible, the red glow flaring off of the splinters in the glass of his goggles and the blood that had seeped out from underneath to trickle down his cheek. One of the others was already moving, making some desperate motion with his radio that wasn't even crackling feedback for him, the idiot. All of their batteries were dead, didn't he get it yet? Even the repulsor disk in Tony's chest hadn't been glowing in the dark. "You two need to take him back up," Tony advised, and didn't hold the light on them to take in their bewildered expressions. He was leaning away from the wall, stretching the light out across the cavern to see the glitter of the water below. There was something weird, like a dark patch in it that the light couldn't reach. The crew wasn't moving by the time Tony returned his attention to them, which made him irritable, but he encouraged gently, "Ms. Storm and I can take it from here."