Luka doesn't particularly like having wet feet, or ankles, or knees! But the rising water doesn't give him much choice, even if he scrambles further up the rocks.

He's quiet for a moment after Nine answers, considering her choice of words carefully and making a mental note on them for later.

"Yeah... they didn't seem like the type to be. Even when it was happening." He sighs as he recalls the grim memory, and his own misplaced confidence in his choices at the time. "Well, when you get them back, we'll see. Five's mad enough for the both of them, anyway."

He perks up when he feels something new and unusual wash up beside him, and he pulls the heavy rope from the ground until he reaches the hooked end.

"Hey, you think this can reach the switch...?" He asks, though he doesn't wait for an answer before he's already winding up an attempt.