Floundering through the water - well, maybe not floundering as flounders are far better swimmers - Jeremy moves with the pack, entering the sickly green twilight and whispering to the others, words burbling through the water. "What's the plan? There's a lot of corruption there. Is there a keystone or back door we can take?" Still not shifting at this time, he's uncertain and uncomfortable in plain view of the mass below.