A stranger's kindness didn't elicit any passionate response from Tony; he didn't particularly care one way or another whether this man followed him off the side of the ship. He did, though, grab the man's jacket at his shoulder for support, dragging him along if he was going to commit to this venture. They made their spectacular way back across the deck, the passengers out of an afternoon stroll staring after them curiously, and passed the cafe where Tony's new family still sat at their tea, towards the first class cabins.
There were less people inside, and Tony could keep one hand on the wall and one hand on the stranger as they made their way down the hall towards his rooms. He stopped abruptly to hit a door that must have been his, leaning his weight on it as he fumbled with the latch before falling into the cabin. It wasn't much like one would expect from the upper class; what furniture that had been installed had been pushed around to allow for low tables with plush pillows arranged around them, or high desks blotched with ink and scattered, on or around them, with pencils and measuring devices. These must have been for the overwhelming collection of drafts and plans, most of them rolled and tied together and stored, in a fashion, out of the way against the walls, but a few of them lay across the tables or draped off of the furniture haphazardly. Tony wheezed and made a vague gesture towards the door at the back of the room that would be the bedroom, and made a valiant bid for it.