Aza, after overcoming his initial wary confusion, quickly adjusted to his situation as all children did. His tiny paws clinging onto the tube, he clumsily paddled about with uncoordinated kicks of his back legs and flicks of his tail, making him slowly spin in a circle and go nowhere at all. Aza seemed to enjoy himself, though, swatting at the odd bubble that floated towards him and ignoring the water dribbling over his head.

"He doesn't smell that bad..." Prometheus grumbled, sniffing the air. All he smelled was meat, which made him feel a little hungry, "I think. Does he? I think my sense of smell is all screwed up because all I'm smelling is food."