They shared that 'have to do it cause it needs to get done' piece in common. But he wasn't wrong about her being naive. That was one thing about her. She could have a hopelessly black and white view of some things at times. Still, it wasn't a problem today.

She was as fast behind him as she could, being a strong swimmer by nature. The rebreather was as wrong to her as the gills were to him, but she was keeping up all the same. When she saw the purple glow in the distance, her eyes narrowed and she nodded to herself, keeping the knife handy, ready to go.

There were shadows up ahead, motion. She gestured in their direction, baring her fangs. Were those what he meant?