[Lance has calmed to the point of being able to adequately sew and talk, which is reassuring, because if he sucked at the former with thanks to the latter Nate might just delicately ask him to put a sock in it for the next ten minutes.]

I had some friends distracting the sharks, [he explains.] Magic-users. Or- wizards, whatever they're called. And believe me, I'd love to map the whole thing, but we have to get rid of the other ten monsters down there.

[Nate's middle name might be "Death Wish," but even he isn't keen for a rematch with multiple rows of razor-sharp teeth. He got lucky.]

Dunno about the water. There might be an ocean we don't know about a mile away from us. We move the city again, maybe the salinity changes.

[He lifts his other shoulder in half a shrug.]