To her credit, Daisy didn't seem nearly as angry when there wasn't any immediate haunting and Wicked was so willing to help. She paused in the launch bay, hands open towards the tubes as she waited for the words to instruct Wicked to come to her, then abruptly started moving again. Grabbing the bag already waiting for her on the floor, she clipped its line to her belt as she explained, "You just lock the tube after me, then flood it." She tossed her umbilical first into the tube and it slid to the end, drawing the line tight. "Then, quickly because I start to drown if you wait too long, open this valve to pressurize it. Don't launch anything or I think I'll die, just open the muzzle with this. And if you send a ghost to keep me company I will actually have a heart attack." That was all Wicked needed to know, so Daisy slid herself into the torpedo tube, trusting that Wicked would be filled with enough regret to at least make her clinically depressed if she killed her team leader and Nick had her excommunicated to do her best not to.