A inkling, with a gloopsuit on was sitting near the waters. They have been like this for a while, after the last wave ended. it seems a be a Black Label on their right cheek, yet they have no attempt to take it off or hide it though. "Steel eels... Steel eels... Steel eels..."

They repeated multiple times in a trance like state, occasionally moving their tentacle bangs out their eyes to look at something for afar before heading back to the chopper.