Cougar can hold his breath longer than most people out of a need to be still, but he still doesn't trust that fountain. There'd been a strange pressure coming out, but still...he gives her an expectant look, needing a spotter. Slinging his bag off, he nods towards the fountain.

"If I don't come back," he says. "Follow. Or fish me out," he says, fairly deadpan and even considering he's talking about his own demise.