"I'm not--" What did he do wrong now? He was trying to be a gentleman, trying to help other people stay alive here. Why did everything go so horribly wrong?

"I mean flotation! The pillow, it might float. If you can't swim." Or, maybe you could shove it in the mouth of a shark or something? He's still new to this whole 'improvising' thing.

Still, even he has realized when he's irrevocably messed something up. "Please, Miss. I'm...sorry. I'll. I'll let you go." There's some vague black curiosity if he could actually make this worse, but he's got a feeling he doesn't want to know. And besides, he's got a blood-dripping wound to tend to.