"Yeah, no big." Dave's rubbing his forehead, admittedly, and has to readjust his shades, but they don't seem to be broken so hey. Severe life-shattering crisis averted! "Gonna rank that in my top fifty terrible landings, though. But don't sweat it, it's like, down in the high forties or low fifties."

And the power going out is not presumably Jotaro's fault. The teenager will just unstrap himself from his seat so he can lean up to one of the windows, squinting into the depths of the sea. "Y'know, I'm getting reaaaaal sick of this pulse bullshit. Uh, you good with machines?"