[That's enough to raise Firo's hackles. He wonders if he should take a swing at Hank to calm him down--it's becoming a more tempting option than talking him down. Mostly, it's reminding himself how difficult it is to move effectively underwater that stops him.]

Fuck me? I'm trying to help you here!

[He takes a deep "breath"--an unnatural feeling lungful of water, really--that comes out as a half-sigh half-choke. He glares at Hank, as if that's his fault.]

No. I meant something important, like a goal. We're probably not gonna get anywhere if we try to leave here, but we can look for food, find a place to stay, ...figure out the kinda stuff we should watch for down here.

[He ticks each one off on his fingers, though he realizes when he gets to the last one that he really doesn't have that many tasks for them.

Whatever. He'll figure that out when they get to it.]