Before turning his attention to the wall, Rick couldn't help but grin down to Zara. "Not a plumber. I'm a prince."
The panicky guy really had nothing to worry about, and Rick laughed to prove the point. "It's totally not toilet water. I would not hang around for that. But we're lucky we got the cold water line and not the hot."
Also, it seemed the break was so fresh that there were no signs of rot on the wall, just the small breaks and cracks where the water fizzed out. Rick lowered his pair of sunglasses as impromptu goggles against the spray, and gestured for Navid to come get a better look too.
"Alright. We got two choices. Find something plastic-y or rubbery to put around the crack. Or break into the wall and see if a valve for this floor is nearby." He balled his hand into a fist and, without warning, slammed it against the soaked wall. For his effort, he got a chunk of the wall near the pipe free. A small rush of water bubbled over the wall, then rippled down the staircase. "What's your best punch like?"