[ He'd have to agree with that thought. A shower would be nice, but that's one wish that isn't coming true. (Narrator voice: it came true later.) The statement is ambiguous enough that he's a little concerned she means it in a much darker way, however; she angles away from him, and he watches her, trying to get a better read on how she's feeling. Not Bruno's strong suit. ]

We'll have to endure it for a while longer. [ ... ] And we'll get our answers. Too much has happened to surrender and give up now.

[ just in case she did mean that in a hope-I-drown way. She's not as weak as all that, he doesn't think, but he wouldn't forgive himself if he mistook her actual feelings for dramatics. He lifts his gaze up from her again, scanning the other drenched detainees being kept with them, then looking down at his slightly-blue clothes, brow furrowed. What is this stuff, anyway...?

While he's idly looking around, he takes a few strands of his goo-soaked hair and ... touches it to his tongue experimentally, apparently thinking nothing of it. His expression doesn't change. Eggy, but mostly flavorless... ]