There were things you could control which you concerned yourself with, many of which could kill you, and an overwhelming array of things you couldn't control, the vast majority of which would kill you. To let go of control, and put your life in the hands of fate, it was something Rozaliya had experienced a hundred times before.<br/><br/>She hadn't been trapped in a flooding tube, before. Not even escaping the Russian general's deathtraps (he was more the 'pendulum axe gauntlet' sort of guy). She didn't know what 'oxygenated liquid' was, but it sounded like something she needed gills for, and unless her stay at the hospital had involved making her part fish... as the strange-smelling fluid flooded her cockpit, she managed to get out, "You fucking better know what you are-"<br/><br/>Glub glub glub.<br/><br/>"-doing." Having not drowned, they probably knew what they were doing. She didn't have a lot of time to react before they were catapulted along, Roza hanging on to the Eva's handles to keep from flying even though, as she realized after a moment, that she didn't have to.<br/><br/>"Do not worry!" she said, laughing because holy<em>shit</em>she was alive, "I do this before! After eating strange mushrooms, true, but is combat experience! You will wake up on pile of vodka bottles and all will be well. Or everyone will be dead."<br/>