"I feel like we're both trying to fit into a snubfighter cockpit," Wedge mutters as the water begins to fill the airlock. Wedge holds his own rebreather loosely in one hand as cool ocean water spills in around his feet and begins to creep up his calves. He shivers, happy for the wetsuit that keeps him from getting cold, even in the chillier night time waters. As the water begins to reach his chest, he gives a last smile to the Mon Calamari.

"Good luck." He pops the rebreather into place, checks his goggles, then ducks his head into the rising water, the better to get used to the temperature. A moment later, the status light over the door clicks over to green and he shoves the outer hatch open, spilling the pair of them into open water. He pauses for a moment, looking towards Ibtisam for guidance on which way to go next.