[ They have a very different definition of having things under control, and that's coming from a guy who rode a flying torpedo towards a god in the middle of an imperial assault this one time. Not that...he's exactly a shining example here anyway, considering he just crash-landed into a tangle of kelp, but that's besides the point. She was in trouble! ]

H-hey, watch the hair —

[ He blusters, as if his hair hasn't been just a total disaster since the moment the arrived in Akvos.

Once free, though, he manages a grin, a sheepish one she is probably becoming well-acquainted with at this point. ]

I know, impressive, right? Heh, didn't even know I could go that fast... [ Yeah, ignoring her real meaning here. But he chases his words quickly, his tone sobering. ] Hey, are you okay? Those shadows're nasty pieces of work.