They stared at the greasy grey surface.
'It was probably that Protective,' said Nobby. 'P'raps it filled with water and dragged him down.'
Colon nodded gloomily.
'I'll hold your helmet,' said Nobby, after a while.
'But I'm your superior officer!'
'Yes,' said Nobby reasonably, 'but if you get stuck down there, you're going to want your best man up here, ready to rescue you, aren't you?'
'That's . . . reasonable,' said Colon eventually. 'That's a good point.'
'Right, then.'
'Drawback is, though ...'
'What?'
'. . .I can't swim,' Colon said.
'How did you get out of that, then?'
Colon shrugged. 'I'm a natural floater.'
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