Well, shit. This. This isn't where Epsilon thought he'd end up. He wasn't supposed to be anywhere, just gone. Yet that didn't seem to be the way as water splashed at his armor and left smears of bright colored algae on him. Hopefully that would wash out...

He hears the bottle be tossed even from here and turns to see what's up. Who did it.

And it's not someone he ever thought he'd see again. "Holy shit- Aren't you supposed to be dead?!" What a greeting...