Corosa's still trying to come to terms with the fact that he can both breathe and speak underwater. And trying to get away from the tentacle. And still trying to wrestle his gun out of its holster. He's finding it very hard to do all of these things at once.

He stares up at Feferi in something very close to fear.

"Where-- where am I? I was just--" He doesn't even remember anymore. Not here, at least.