[Vision? What sort of what...? Eight wasn't sure what the boy was getting to, but he seemed to be getting better. Rather than intuiting what was being said, she took the literal approach. Indeed, the place did look like it was a scene of what could be interpreted as hell. Though, to her, hell was a dark and cold place where the crushing waves dragged people down to inescapable depths.]

The place is pretty bad, but we've got a job to do. If you need to catch a breather, that's fine, but you've got a team waiting for you too. Otherwise... [What could be done here...] Maybe keep an eye out on supplies? No need to get yourself out there if you're just going to get in people's way.

[It came out a bit harsher than she liked, but she really was trying to look out for him.]