Spectrolite's brow furrows as she listens to Lapis. Why would she want to go to the surface if she hates humans? Perhaps she lives somewhere secluded. Or maybe... No, no. Gems from Homeworld haven't come to Earth in millennia.

Her chest tightens a little when Lapis explains what has been happening. She had regenerated in the sea, thought the current had pulled her away from land. Had something else brought her here? There's a pause before she starts talking.

"W-well we got in here somehow, right?" she stammers, looking at the ground thinking. "So there must be some way to leave."