"The suits will be fine." On the long days together, Hiyoshi had acquired the important skill of picking the important information out of Shinji's tangents.

Shinji was right though, the scenery had changed enough that they must be drawing near. Hiyoshi took a deep breath. There was no tell-tale smell of salt in the air, but who knew what the composition of this 'ocean' was anyway. The air had something to it that made Hiyoshi to it though, and he waved at the others.

"Send the drone out ahead of us. I think Ibu-san is right."