...did you just...completely turn what he just said around?

...he's just going to float here and glare at you forever, Jones.

Except checking out the ship did sound like the best thing to do at the moment--other than glare at you with the intensity of a trillion supernovae--so Jake holds his hands up.

"Fine. Fine, whatever, I don't care, let's just fix this so we can get outta here!" He points aggressively in the general direction of the ship, and starts to swim off. Swim badly off, but he's moving, at least.