He swims over with a quick, fairly decent breast stroke — although, admittedly, now that he knows what it does he's tempted to aard himself there. He affixes the mouthpiece back in properly, and then dunks himself under to look at her.

Don't worry, I'm hard to kill and even harder to keep dead.

And no, I'm pretty sure it's Wile E. from here on out, unless I tether myself to a friggin rock or something somehow.

Your turn. Let's see what you've got.