Whoever this was, Tony didn't appear to acknowledge or care. Only the distant recognition that he wasn't looking at the water anymore made his eyelids flutter, then he glanced around at anything but this person holding his arm before staring at him with a desperate intensity that he had abandoned a moment ago. He wasn't anyone Tony recognized, he was relieved to find, but queerly engaging.
"Just need to get to my room," Tony wheezed after a moment, still pale and with veins standing out on his neck despite the renewed clarity. That was as far as this stranger was allowed to intervene; reminding Tony to struggle through the next breath was more than enough of a helping hand. Tony brushed him off and immediately careened away, letting the momentum carry him across the deck rather than face first onto it.