Wedge simply nods and tries to drop himself a little lower in the water, matching Ibtisam's 'altitude.' He hovers for a moment, then sets off in her wake, lazily kicking his finned feet to propel himself through the water. It's different than zero-gee in that, at least. You can actually move without thrusters. A thin trail of bubbles drifts after him, dripping free of his rebreather as he goes.

"Hopefully we don't look like dinner to anyone."