There's something particular about Sam's tone, but Tidus can't tell what it means. A questionable encounter? A helpful pal to have around deep in the ocean? Regardless, Tidus lets out a groan at the all too familiar description of the walking seafood.

"Yup, us too. Weren't the worst of the lot we got, but that just meant there were more of 'em."

Which sounded more annoying in an enclosed space, and he still wouldn't have wanted to deal with them like that.

But he's interested now, in that particular Red mentioned, winding back to ask- "The Red, you know them? Or were they just helping out? Maybe they didn't like the idea of jumping into rock pools," Tidus adds humorously.