"Well, ideally, we should find a way out. Call me paranoid, but I don't think 'underwater concrete maze' exactly screams 'safe'."

He looks up and around as he says it, studying the building's interior. He still has no idea what sort of purpose this place must have. Or had. It seems abandoned now, which is perhaps why it doesn't have an obvious function.

"Then, if our luck hasn't run out by then, we can find someplace that is safe." He adjusts his position against the wall and winces. "Preferably with a greater variety in medical help than just morphine. No offense."