How observant of you, [He sarcastically replies as blue eyes glare at Childe.] How dare anyone not enjoy the feeling of being dragged away from their beds only to be dropped in the middle of the bloody ocean together with fucking objects from the past that may as well be haunted as far as I know--!

[It seems the bubble is doing a wonderful job at providing air because Jaskier won't stop ranting. To be fair, though, Childe's words do have the intended effect: now that Jaskier has been pushed into a ball of offended fury, he's determined to demonstrate he's better than what Red implied, so he begins swimming with as much energy as he still possesses. It's not bad at all for a man his age, honestly, the alcohol is probably holding him back a bit.

When he finally runs out of things to criticize, he stares at Childe with his brow furrowed for a second before finally asking.]

Do you have any idea of what is this all about?

[Or are you judging like an arse, his tone implies.]