None of that makes sense. Not a word. Well, no, that's not true. The words make sense, on their own, just not together. Why would he be talking about the ocean, when there isn't one here? About the crushing depths, what she assumes is meant to be a metaphor for her life drawn from her education and career, except she hasn't talked to anyone here about it. She knows she hasn't. So where is it coming from? How does he know?

He's right about one thing, though - the knives on his back are protection, and Diego did tell her not to go anywhere without a buddy from now on. He risked his life for her, the least she owes him is a little compliance. She swallows thickly around her tongue, which suddenly feels a little too large for her mouth. "All right. Let's go." Then, after a moment. "They can't all be dangerous. Some of them are so small. Do you see them? Those tiny little lights? I want to know how they survive up there. With--" Teeth and claws and crocodile eyes and snapping jaws and heart pounding terror. "Everything else."