Well, that wasn't nearly what Daisy wanted. She pursed her lips, directing her annoyance at the fashion victim-interloper. If she didn't get to shake some of these dodos from their perch, she would at least like to join the team on the water instead of being stuck babysitting. Look at her, she could probably float over with the help of her (obviously) surgical water wings. Daisy supposed if she had paid good money for a pair like that, she might want to show them off as much as possible, too, but she had more respect for herself in the first place. "Hey," she snapped to get the exhibitionist's attention, not even watching Nick go off to explore the actual cool thing without her with all the bitterness she could muster, because self control was important, even if being in control meant tolerating the suckiest job on the mission. Being in control meant you could complete it faster to get to the good parts. "You can take your two friends and catch a cab back to whatever street corner you came from," Daisy instructed, jerking a thumb over her shoulder to illustrate a direction totally opposite of the crash site.