It's actually comfortable, the teasing. It's kind of a sesne of normalcy, except Lance isn't sure when exactly this became normal... there was a point, he's sure, when bickering and loud arguments and insults turned into this instead, but now he can't tell when it happened.

They're weighing the options here, he knows it too. But he holds Keith's gaze, waiting for some kind of answer. He's not just gonna run off and do stuff, even if there's no team to be the leader of. Lance shrugs at the mention of trouble. "Run, hide, and run some more. I mean... I'm gonna probably take something pointy but fighting underwater isn't ever a great idea. I could wear my suit for protection." Though he doesn't know how well it'll hold up while he's trying to stay closer to the surface of the water... it should be fine.