[ if she's agreeing to it, it must be less stupid-sounding of a plan than he thinks it is. flawless mental image aside, it's one of many things he's spoken out loud without really thinking it through, and he had that sensation of it being dumb even as the words were leaving his mouth, too late to unspeak them. he actually has a second to look somewhat surprised before he recovers. ]

Yeah? Cool, alright. So—hamster ball. We both get on this side and just run it on all fours. It floats, so according to my firm understanding of science and whatever, we're just going to kinda bounce-slash-roll across the surface like some XL Super Monkey Ball type shit and boom, we're there, everybody gets bananas.

[ the explanation may even be more for his own benefit than hers. working the logistics of this """Plan""" (half-formed idea born from sheer desperation) out verbally because he's always better with verbal. ]