[Oh, okay. Except she doesn't quite believe you about the soap bubble because soap bubbles arent any good at that sort of thing, but the idea of rescue she can believe in. There's a long silence, but only because she's having an internal debate with herself, which she kind of wins (but also loses) when her more rational mind points out that barricading herself in the cabin will not stop her drowning if the bubble gives out, no matter how she tries to waterproof it.]

...yeah. Yeah, I can. Give me a second. [There goes that desk again.] But I don't know what kind of directions I could give! I mean, I'm really a long way down, so unless there's a reef or something...