"Excellent," says Rush, opening a hand in a mocking sweeping gesture. "Do you fucking see any? No? Interesting, that."

He redirects his attention to the creaking tension, the groan of water pressing against the weakened arches of glass and steel.

"We're underwater," he says, neither looking up nor confirming whether the opposing figure is remotely interested. "I'd place the chances of there being any vehicle in the vicinity to be extremely fucking low, wouldn't you?"