[Ah, the silent, unemotive type. Well he knows them, and well he drags them recklessly on his escapades. With boyish good cheer, he laughs as he brings them to a stop before the lockers.

Naturally, he starts to sing.] My, oh my, a beautiful day! On we go, out and away! We speak with the fishes, but what will they say? Wait, sorry, it's nighttime: everyone will have to die!

[He puts on his breather and goggles and offers her a set. There's a dolphin-toothed smile behind it. He is helping a friend!]