Cecil had been fast, throwing himself to a far corner of the room at the sound of the bulkhead's supports starting to cave. Albert, broader and heavier, hadn't been so quick. He's still alive, for now, but with his leg pinned under the wreckage that now cuts the room off from the rest of the ship, he won't be going anywhere soon without help. And the water's still rising.

Twisting himself with gritted teeth against the pain, Albert spots Cecil from his knocking on the bulkhead and then turns himself again a moment later at Initiate's call. "Cecil's fine, though we're trapped. Can you see anything on your end? Move anything?"

His voice is laced with pain, strong still but tremulous just at the corners as he can't tell if its water or blood that soaks his pant leg. The wreckage is too thick. Even if they can dig him out, he'll be more of a burden now than an asset.