Nothing's going to eat you, Ollie. [He still looks amused.] I'm sure you taste like old boot leather. I don't want to give the poor things indigestion.

[Arthur dives out after him. He's at home here in the water like this, floating casually, the current fanning his hair out from its usual slicked back style, and the cold doesn't seem to faze him in the least. It's not too cold for an Atlantean.

It would actually be good if Ollie could get the sub back up and running. It's a waste to leave it behind, but honestly, Arthur is really only experienced with Atlantean vessel tech.] You won't hear an argument from me. It was a death-trap when we took it out.