[Well, the voice behind him sounded...tired, at best. Disgruntled, at worst. Like the old bastard on a bad day. And looking at the guy - yeah, he looks like the kind of guy that voice would come from. Not that that's a bad thing, but Battler can tell world-weariness when he sees and hears it. And depression.]

I guess not. Not now, anyway. Unless they dump us back in the ocean at some point. [He taps the side of his head. Big brain.]

But yeah, I'm here now. [Trench...that's not a very inviting name, really. Who called it that? Someone with a--...oh. Ha. He gets it now. Took him a second, but they still couldn't have called it something like Atlantis or something? Trench. How murky.] Are you a veteran of this place?