Ray was tired and needed a rest already.

"I know I'm dressed like a superhero, Fraser, but I seriously doubt I can swim the tens of miles it's gonna take to get me back on dry land," he insisted. He might not have been strapped to a bomb but the last time he remembered using such a tone with Fraser, he had been. Swinging between panic, confusion and short bursts of optimism was exhausting. It was much easier just to stick to the panic.

"It might not look far but it's a trick of the eye, Fraser. My limbs weren't made to be shark appetisers."