She's quick to grab his good arm with a firm grip. There was far too much blood in that water for her liking. "No, you'll drown. Tim you have sit this one out. I can get to him fast and I don't smell like dessert to those fish." The longer they talked the less likely it was that they'd get to Bruce, but she'd be damned if she left Tim jump back into that mess.

Letting Tim go her hands moved to release the clasp of her skirt. "I'll be faster." She hesitates. It's not like her to hesitate, but that tiny rational voice that sound suspiciously like O is telling her that it's already too late and her priority needs to be Tim. Her voice doesn't shake as she grabs her bag and Tim's arm. "We need to get out of sight and reset your arm. Go to ground until we can reassess."