‘Madam Princess Zelda’ gets about as impressed a look as you might expect from someone created in an explicitly anti-monarchist evil(er) underwater EPCOT. Not that you can really see that look on Delta’s face, but he’s gotten pretty good at incredibly pointed silences in the short span of time he’s spent in this town.

Jean will have found that giant dude in the diving suit sitting, tucked against the side of an unlit alleyway. The late afternoon fog is condensing on his heavy brass plating, dripping down in slow streaks over his glowing porthole face. The citizens of the town give the alley and that yellow stare an appropriately wide berth.

Delta’s not particularly capable of talking but if Jean manages to avoid irritating him, perhaps some form of communication can be arranged.