Honestly, David may not have been the strongest or the fastest person in the world. He may not have been a good shot and it was plainly evident that he wasn't even close to the most useful person to have with you at the end of the world. But if there was one thing that could be said about him, it was the fact that he wasn't an easy scare. Well, okay, that wasn't entirely true. He was easily scared, yes. But it took a lot, a whole lot to get him pass-out scared. After all, before he'd gotten to Liberty Island, he'd survived on his own. To start with, he'd stayed with the group he'd been at the seminar with, but as they all died one by one, from either the virus or something else… somehow, miraculously (an opinion which he was sure Patterson would agree with), David had managed to survive.

He wouldn't pass out in the face of a couple swimmers.

"I didn't really get a good look," he stuttered out, still shaken both from the near-attack and from being face-to-face with someone who was probably making fun of him endlessly in his head. "It broke the surface and I turned and left… I was going to go tell a guard but…"

Patterson's eyes kept dashing between David and the creature, and David couldn't help but feel like there was something coming up behind him. He turned around and looked at the pier again, noticing that one of the creatures was surfacing again. David's hand went to the crowbar strapped to his back, just in case. "It didn't jump out at me, though, so it couldn't have been too strong, right?"