[ Miles paddles closer to help then. He also looks up at their surroundings, trying to get a read on them. That ... was at least a thirty foot drop just now. He can't see the walls from where they're floating, and it looks as though the closest twist of rusted metal is a solid twenty feet above their heads. No climbing back up the way they came. They'll have to find a wall and hope there's a way out that way.
Or ... He stills a moment, frowning. There's a faint current tugging at his feet.]
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Or ... He stills a moment, frowning. There's a faint current tugging at his feet.]
The water is moving. That may be our only option.