[Eridan can't help it; when John yells at him, he growls, nothing more than a rumble in the back of his throat, and then snaps,] This fucker's dead, I knoww wwhat a drowwned person looks like, human or troll or otherwwise, an' fuckin' - god. Damn it.

[There's the sound of water sloshing.] Already been givven the go-ahead to pull him out opposite the side he fell in on. You - shouldn't be the one comin' up here. Let one'a the other medbay people handle this.