Near it, usually. Sometimes effectively right on top of it, but not under. Except for some who've got gills, or are willing to get subaquatic breathing implants. [She makes a vaguely disgusted face. Guess who DOESN'T have gills and ISN'T willing to get breathing implants. She doesn't trust those things.] And the atmosphere is... pretty similar to this one, actually. We've got a little more nitrogen and carbon dioxide, I think.

[She makes a noise that sort of resembles some kind of angry laugh.] You could certainly say that. 'Course, lately most of the fighting is against other species - never really meant to go anywhere, just kept up kind of a reputation for ourselves. Until Vilgax showed up. [The name is practically spat out, like she's trying to get it out of her mouth before his Vilgax-ness infects her or something.]