[center][h3]Nick Waller[/h3]
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The cold of the water wasn't all [i]that[/i] bad, once Nick managed to get used to it. He wouldn't go so far as to call it refreshing or anything like that, but it had shocked some of the exhaustion out of him. Spindle had already gone and sent out safety lines for the group to hang onto, after saving their unfortunately unconscious allies, and Nick took full advantage of it to rest his weary bones as best he could. 

Which wasn't all that much, to his chagrin. Looking upon the Sea of Souls (not that he knew what it actually was) unnerved him, and not only for the creepy castle sitting on the island in front of them. It felt wrong. The psychedelic ocean of tar freaked him out a bit. He wasn't sure what it was, if it was just an extension of his uneasiness with the ocean (Damn you, Subnautica!) or something deeper than that. Thankfully, he wasn't forced to contemplate it much longer, as Spindle pulled them along to what looked like a hotel with an extremely bougie water fountain in the lobby. 

"Oh no, capitalists." He breathed out, finally comfortable enough to joke. "Alright, now that we're not about to die, [i]holy shit we almost died."[/i] Now safe, Nick's mind immediately returned to its natural state: Anxious panic hidden by a thin veneer of snark. Hooray. 

Taking a deep breath, he looked around the place to get a better look. Yeah. Definitely bougie. Getting up and climbing out of the fountain, Nick shook some of the water off of him like a dog before having the decency to look a little sheepish about it. 

Still dripping wet, Nick took Spindle's advice about getting something from the vending machine. The adrenaline had hidden it pretty well, but he was exhausted and [i]aching[/i] from when his Shadow had tried to squeeze the life out of him. That thing was strong. Which probably had some deep subconscious meaning about the stranglehold his past had on his life, but that was a matter for another time. Getting the hell out of the freaky mirror world was more important right now. 

Finishing his snack and soda, Nick tossed the trash before turning to Lorenzo and Harriette. "I'd try to explain but honestly I'm still processing the whole mirror dimension thing so I'd probably just fuck it up. Spindle knows more about this stuff. Uh, I'm Nick. Glad we're not dead yet." He awkwardly added, shrugging. 

He was really good at this whole "Meeting new people" thing. Yeah. So good.