“C’mon, boyo. We’re burnin’ daylight down here. Or, ah, well…” Atlas huffed out as he clambered along, glancing out the nearby glass window out into the dark blue sea surrounding them. “Whatever daylight even reaches down here, I guess. Or was it night when you were up there a few hours ago?” He turns to look at his near-silent companion, sighing before hissing out with a bit of frustration. “Oi! Would you kindly respond to me already? I swear, fer all the good ya do me you’re makin’ me think you’ve got some sorta brain damage after your plane crashed, an’ that won’t do either of us any lick of good.”