[It's going to take the reef decades, if not centuries, to recover from the damage the crash has done to it. Nita's retrieving stray satellite bits from this depth not for the salvage fees the kedan are paying, but because she wants to minimize the risk that any exotic materials in the debris will have of poisoning the reef in the years to come.
With the hand that's not carrying the remains of a space station, she shoos off an eel that decided to express its displeasure at her presence with teeth.]
Get lost, you jerk. I'm trying to help.
[Namor can talk to sea life. Why can't she?
Or maybe the sea life just isn't listening. Nita glares after the eel as it retreats into the murky distance. Ingrate.]
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With the hand that's not carrying the remains of a space station, she shoos off an eel that decided to express its displeasure at her presence with teeth.]
Get lost, you jerk. I'm trying to help.
[Namor can talk to sea life. Why can't she?
Or maybe the sea life just isn't listening. Nita glares after the eel as it retreats into the murky distance. Ingrate.]