He's reliable, so long as he's left to his own devices and pace. Might be late, might be burnt, but it'll get done before it's a problem. Watching Nara'a's back underwater is something he's at least willing to do. Provided the guy's open to doing the same.

How much they can watch backs while swimming more or less side to side is another question...

Nara'a makes it seem so damn easy. Dabi had to leave his boots and coat behind on the beach (buried in the sand) and his swimming is... it's certainly not graceful, but it's not a floundering dog paddle. He learned how to swim as a child, but had little real need to do so in his childhood, or his adulthood. Basic crawl, though he'd apt to stalk across the ocean floor at times when his arms and legs need a rest.

The grin earns a glare. "I can fly, ya know. This feels kinda oppressive." Dabi pushes off the ground and follows, trailing a bit of glowing sand as he approaches the shipwreck. The gutted side is an ominous mouth of sharp wooden planks, though the tips of the boards give way due to rot if pushed hard enough.

"With all this fuckin light, they're probably hidin."