Surprised enough by Johnny's interjection that he retracted his hand guiltily, Tony was left standing quite aimlessly with his hand over his heart and wondering if he should be insulted. He wasn't entirely sure what camping had to do with anything. Opening his mouth to explain that he had been formally invited, thank you, Tony belatedly processed what actually held Johnny's focus, only to quickly be distracted from it by the disembodied voice and floating headphones. It had been good advice, anyway.
The lady's ambiguous presence had Tony smoothing down his tie and rolling his shoulders to adjust his jacket, but trying to actually listen to anything she had to say was a desperate struggle with Tony's attention span. He attempted to turn and watch where he was reasonably sure her head was, narrowing his eyes and focusing on some middle distance, but he had to cut her off; "I'm sorry, this is impossible, could you...?" He reached, curling his fingers for her hand, which let him follow her arm up to her neck so that he might plop the motorcycle helmet her carried down on her head. Helpfully, he flicked up the visor, and smiled, trying not to laugh but barely got through an appreciative, "There," without snorting. He had to turn back to the source of their problem to try to sober himself and take this all very seriously. What had Sue been saying?