Agent Guppy listened on intently to what the newly arrived guest had to say. How extraordinary it was.

"Cera Dipnoir did you just say?" he speculated with an inquisitive manner about his face and tone. He could still
here the fish bodies falling to the ground. Gasping and struggling. How convenient waves of struggle like these would come about.

"Yes I did have things under control!" he bluffed, uncertain as to whether she bought it or not. Whether he had everything under control,
or not, it was always his demeanour to remain as cool as a codfish.

"Nonetheless, I appreciate your concern," he smirked with half closed eyes "it is rather uncanny that our paths have crossed like this. And I certainly won't say no to some company to get to the bottom of who is behind all of this."

An uneasy thought passed Guppy's mind. Could this all be a trap of some sort? 
He'd manage it later, if that was the case.

"I know these oceans quite well, come follow me and we'll dodge these beached up whales."
Guppy didn't mean to sound insensitive if that was what he was coming across as. Nevertheless, he knew sticking around would send them to their fishy grave.

Guppy looked towards an opening through the roof of the case. Just enough so that they could both get out. 
He had his right arm out with a watch and punched in some numbers that then transformed into a slingshot.
Presumably he'd use it to catapult them both out at a post haste speed away from the raining, decaying fish.

"Take my hand!" the goldish reached out "or do you have a better plan?"