If the sudden intrusion hadn't been enough to quash what little confidence Gershel had built up, then Nanjo's words of "encouragement" definitely were.

Suddenly the showers started to feel a lot colder and a lot less welcoming, and the realization began to sink in that he was in way over his head here. He started to strain and struggle against Jock's grip, his free hand flailing around, desperate for something to grab hold of.

"Wait!" He cried, panic entering his voice. "Wait wait wait wait wait! I-I'm starting to have second thoughts a-about this!" Wait, maybe that would be third thoughts? Or fourth?

Whatever. Now was clearly not the time for those sort of advanced linguistics.