He pushes himself to his feet and, noticing the wordless hint a tad belatedly, quickly grasps Andrew's hand to assist him in doing the same.

"Who designed this place, anyway?" he muses aloud, very carefully not looking at the glass dome they're both in but focusing on the lamps and the floor and really everywhere else. "It feels, I dunno, temporally displaced, maybe. The layout and construction don't look modern at all but the engineering required to get this place underwater definitely is, I mean, it's like a, a metachronistic mess."