Repeat that last part in an Irish accent, I fucking dare you.

"Okay."

It's a little too easy to fall into step behind the other man. A few moments after they change direction, Jack realises that fact, and with a lurch of his stomach he speeds up to take the lead.

The walk is short enough to be uneventful. In just two shakes of a lamb's tail, they're standing in front of a large metal bathysphere, and Jack is heaving open its creaking door.