[ Amy looks relieved when Surge joins her in the cramped space. It's a temporary reprieve, mostly because the water is slowly but steadily rising, and the sound of giggling mingling with the groans of the adult male and female below make this less than ideal. But for now, they are safe. But it's just temporary.

Amy looks up at the rotting wood above them. There's not enough room for her to swing, but there are other ways. She turns her hammer handle-side-up, and begins to ram it hard into the wood above. ]

I don't... I don't know. I thought this was a rescue mission... when I went to check out a different wreck, there were corpses there, too. This mission is dead in the water. [ She winces at her own words. ] ...literally. And we are, too, if we don't get out. Well. You, at least. You've gotta get out of here.

[ Because Amy's already wet. She hasn't actually drank the water, but she is soaked through with rain, so, she's already assuming that whatever is going to happen to her now isn't going to be anything good. She turns her focus to the splintering wood above, and she uses her leg to scoot the glass frame over to Surge as it begins to crack open. ]

Use this to cover yourself so you don't get wet or uh, woody. This is gonna come down in a sec--

[ A small hole has formed, revealing muted sunlight; filtered by the heavy clouds above the island. Which means Surge needs to get under that glass, because all it's going to take is one more hard hit from Amy until their temporary roof caves on open and lets in water. ]

Get ready to go.