"Well...in theory that's what they say it is like." Dennett has no experience in drowning. Yet.

"A-all right. We'll figure out a way." Cushions, like he'd suggested to that young woman--who had stabbed him. So he's not going to suggest THAT again. He sloshes through the water after the stranger, trying not to notice how it's risen and definitely trying not to think about all the probable bacteria floating in it. Giardia, to say the least.

"Maybe that wouldn't be so bad, really." Uh oh, glum doctor. "A-and I do have a name. It's not, erm, motherffff--that word."