Keeping one ear on what Robin's up to, he can hear him getting dressed and messing around with the supplies they'd brought. It reminds him of the fact that he himself is just lying around out in the open with hardly anything on at all, and he hadn't thought about this fact until just now. The pang it sends through him is a little jarring, but Vincent's question is enough to distract from it.

He takes a slow, easy breath in and out as he considers it. For someone whose normal rate of respiration is akin to that of a snake, it's notable.

"Deepest lake I've ever seen. The one I grew up around was half this size."

Having wrung out his braid as much as possible without getting his hair hopelessly tangled, he finally settles down.

"Looking forward to seeing it in brighter light. Water's real clear. Lot of rocks, tall plants. Might be other stuff sunk down there."