"I'll trust your judgement on that one." He takes a breath, then checks his rebreather again, as fastidious as ever about his equipment.

"I'm not in a hurry to be anything's dinner tonight." He tugs on the flippers he's been provided with, then takes a step towards the air lock, wriggling into the tight space that will let them out into the drifting currents of the open sea. Pressing himself against the wall to make room for Ibtisam, he gestures for her to join him.

"Well, let's get to it."