"Mud," Regis keeps his voice rather quiet, way too aware they are already making plenty of noise and the absence of ether sounds makes it conspicuous, "does not keep its shape very long unless it dries out, and this... is not dry."

And the memory of fish, when it comes to having to hide, is not very long, in Regis's experience.

"Keep mind, both from above and below."

Regis certainly will be.

And, no, he is not bothered by the mud. Not in a while, but he has seen much worse.