[For Teddy, this was just another mission. A frustrating one where he felt his skills were largely put to waste. He was at many disadvantages under this strange sea, and while he would gladly complain, the potential for new discoveries and things to explore and experience was too tempting to resist, even at his surliest.]

Something I earned. [He wore 'Good Boy' like a soldier wore an earned rank.]

Bait. [Normally this was the last suggestion he would use, but in this case, he couldn't face the fish head on. His weapons were decommissioned thanks to the suit and breather. He wouldn't be able to use his mouth or claws. Only his problem solving skills and hopefully, some luck.]

Get the stalker to chase me to a bay door or a tank. With luck they are not smart enough to understand a trap. You shut the fish in when I swim out.

[He shook his fur out with a glance out a nearby window, uncomfortable and tense. If it failed he didn't have any ideas. He had not experienced them up close yet, thankfully, but they seemed slower swimmers than the smaller fish in what he had seen of them.]