[Salone]

The demon raised his vessel's head, looking around the interior of the APC. Through one of the small slits, he can see the sea roiling up. For the first time, he feels an emotion he does not know how to describe. He's apprehensive about crossing. Anxious. For a brief moment he contemplates what would happen if the angry ocean were to upset their small transport. How it would flip them, toss them about. How it might have the capability to suddenly rise up and plunge them to the bottom of the sea. For a brief moment, Na'lsa experienced what could only be described as...fear.

He cleared his throat, getting the attention of those awake so he could address them.

"Let's wait for the sea to calm before we cross. I cannot throw open the gates from below the sea."

He paused for a moment as he received their blank stares. It took him a moment to understand why.

"BTR-3UI. This vehicle. Is Amphibious. My vessel knows this vehicle well. Has spent ample time with one. His memory might be very useful."