I guess, but if I wasn't here, you'd be pretty much mermaid chow.

[...Should he be saying things as casually as "mermaid chow" to a literal saint? Maybe not. Hansa lets her kick free, releasing his grip so that he can turn back to the mermaids - but they're already receding into the water, their eyes almost burning with hatred at the fact that their prey got away. He lets out a huff - ah, well. Next time, he could face those things.]

Next time, you really should have someone spotting you before you pull off something like this.