It only took a moment of consideration for Tony to conclude, "Exactly where you want to be." That wouldn't usually have been in a puddle in a cave, he felt fairly confident that Jan was stubborn enough to have erected her own Rodeo Drive by the end of the week so she wouldn't go wanting. He wasn't going to argue her into these loftier pursuits, though. She'd be telling him the plans in no time, much like she had just decided his next move.

He hesitated, though not entirely out of impulsive insubordination, never having felt quite as combative when Jan was at the head of the table. It was with a tip of his head, faintly inquisitive that she knew what she was asking, eyes tracking across that unfamiliarly close-cropped hair, making the sharpness of her face all the more stark where it had been more youthfully full the last time he had seen her. He did know Jan well enough to slip into the water with her. He wasn't sure he knew this one. He bought himself some time, crouching down next to his things to unroll what turned out to be a dressing gown, wrapped around an array of soaps, tools and tinctures. "You're going to have to settle for a more minimal skin care routine for the time being," he warned. "Not that you need it, naturally, you're a vision, lip balm would be too heavy for your features. If you know someone in the market, though, this is the best I can do."