Well. At least he knows that Belters are decent at floating. That much he has heard from the lucky few who survived torture and interrogation in floating tanks on Earth.

He mutters something in Belter creole under his breath before letting himself bend backwards. His body stiffens instinctively when his feet and legs lose contact with the bottom as though he is bracing for a fall and for a moment he twitches amongst the current and his face briefly goes under. Not for long, but enough to make him spit out a mouthful of water when his face reemerges.