Joly tugs at the bucket himself, still giggling. It slides up enough for him to speak without causing an echo. "It's--hah, oh no, my ears!-- it's all right! Ah--"

He manages to twist it the rest of the way off, and lets the bucket land next to him with another splash. "It's fine, the floor was uneven!-- Besides, you know, I'm sort of used to this now? It doesn't feel like a real project to me anymore unless there's some sort of accident."