“You’d really be amazed at the kind of stuff you can see out here when you don’t have a helmet on, yanno! Lot more peripheral vision to go around… ‘course, eheh, you probably wouldn’t know.”
 
“Mmhm… You know Adria, we did happen to pick up the strangest thing a little while earlier. Some big mass of white and golden rubber, with a filtration backpack and helmet attached. I was going to ask if you knew anything about it, but, truth be told I’m now a bit more temped to just bring it in here for you to see… possibly along with an air compressor, so on the offchance anyone tries getting it out they’ll have to squeeze it through the bulkhead. You know, just so you can get a nice, loooong look at it…”
 
“White and gold… oh, Gods, Alrick, wait!”
 
Protip; don’t spend fifteen minutes rattling off how great it is to swim and breathe in water to an aquatic that’s largely confined to a trimmed-down waterfilled atmospheric survival suit. He might just happen to be coming to ask you about your own survival suit, and now you’re going to have one hell of a time trying to convince someone to come retrieve the busty fat inflated rubber dragon suit out of the observation room for you.