Deacon doesn't voice it, but he is grateful for the way Danse is addressing him. It makes it easier for the mask to slide back into place and Deacon to assume the role of carefree companion. He'll compartmentalize everything else later. Right now, they have a job to do.

"Is that it?" he asks, gesturing to the part amidst the steam, something that looks like it might require a thick pair of gloves to remove (among other tools), just based on the temperature of the pipes connected to it.

Deacon sets his backpack down and stretches his neck, his form focusing for a moment as he approaches the entry. "I can try to slip through, but that thing's bound to scald my skin right off of my bones, so... plan??"