[Zetta folds her arms across her chest again. She's sure it'd be polite if she explained her mood in turn, but like fuck she's going to. It's not for him to know. She doesn't owe him anything.

But she'll at least keep her voice from being clipped when she answers.] Yeah, and how were you planning on doing that, exactly? Sneaking up to the surface yourself? Doing something else stupid? We're the obvious and most practical choice.