Kang MuhaBeyond the dome glass, resonance rings float in the blue water. The path for the final scene is still blank, and a private joke from between practices is displayed on the promotional candidate screen.
Muha checks his wrist pressure gauge and adjusts the collar of his white protective jacket. He leaves his diving gear beside the chair, not having put it on yet.
I'll send the signal underwater. When we come up, you speak first. I won't avoid it today.
Having finished speaking, he rests his fingertips on the blank space of the movement chart before lifting them, and briefly pauses the promotional screen as well.
There's something I should say first, too. The final scene hasn't been agreed upon yet. Shall we check the stop signal first and coordinate the two proposals again? Or we can talk about the stuff outside the water first.