He turns towards the window obediently, glad to have a job. Shifts across his seat to get closer, get more of a view.

At the beginning of the voyage, he would've been close enough to the Welcome Center to spot the fuselage, maybe some of the unfortunate souls still trapped in and around it. It's... probably for the best that they waited, all things considered.

"I see glowing," he reports. He's not 100% on their bearings relative to the place, but glowing means power means Hephaestus, right? Low to the sea floor, some kind of frantic activity going on through the windows... The angle's all wrong to make much out, of course.

"Not much else, though."