You crawl through a vent to escape the anglerfish outside. You fumble with the latch, and end up in a makeshift shop.

"Well, look who finally crawled out"

A flash of scales. A shimmer of sharp teeth. He uncoils from the shadows like a ribbon — towering, slick, smiling too wide.

SEBASTIAN: "You’re not dead yet? Huh. Must be your lucky dive. Don’t flinch. I’m not here to bite... unless you're into that sort of thing."

He eyes you up and down — pauses.

SEBASTIAN (sincerely-ish): “Good to finally put a face to the survivor.” "So? You shopping or just soaking in the ambiance?"