[ Nero is lucky in that Steve is still a few steps behind him, meaning he doesn't quite pick up on that sheepish reaction. ]

No, not me. I'm in the Free Cities, so I had to deal with getting stung by the jellyfish. [ Not that it had been a huge deal, especially with the gloves they'd been provided, and even then it wouldn't have bothered him too much.

He follows the two of them down the rock, drawing in a breath as he realizes he can smell the sea. More than that, he can smell something other than must and decay and rot. That surreal feeling persists, but he nods to Nero. ]

See? Maybe being a Boy Scout isn't so bad after all.

[ They continue onward. ]