"You don't wanna talk technology with me, pal." he replies, and despite how light in tone he keeps it, Danse of all people might be able to infer just how dark that conversation might get. "Besides, I can't even find the thing in my pack- I'm telling you, something's not ri--"

Deacon goes silent.

Where Danse can't see, he starts panicking. Very suddenly, the water that he's been miraculously breathing through as if his head was surrounded by a bubble is flooding into his mouth again. He manages not to inhale too much of it, but his body still instinctively wants to cough, and he struggles in the water. A hand lashes out to slap and grab at Danse's tail, and Deacon begins to flicker into view again, clearly choking on something.