[Unharmed, which is much, much, MUCH better than being crispy fried. Or drowned. Edgeworth still feels like his brain is waterlogged (logic is so much more difficult underwater), but he finally manages to get the words out in between breaths.]

There's...there's nothing... [He runs his hand down his face as if attempting to dry his face off.] There's nothing except a school of eels. [To have even just a moment of rest, he decides to float on his back, paddling sluggishly.] How do you fight them, and are you sure they are the only things you've seen?