Maybe for the lake fish. Sure ain't anythin' near bein' in the sea.

[And he's seen too many of his own people on the other side. He balls his hand up into a fist, wanting to break it, to beat against the glass until he finds a weakness and hear it shatter, water roaring as it fills the room and makes its way back to the sea.

It'd probably kill everything inside.

Coming in here was clearly a mistake.]

Hungry? Found a place down by the docks makes sushi fresh if y' ask for it.