I cannot imagine that redirecting the flow of water would cause any harm.

[As he speaks, he steps closer to the border of the balcony, carefully, getting close enough to touch the barrier. There's only so much he can feel through his gloves, but it does respond to his touch by bending outwards - not a static shape like the energy barriers that keep the hidden libraries in Fontaine's lakes dry, then.

He gives Furina a moment to get wherever she intends to stand for her view of the outside - for his part, Neuvillette is aiming to look over the edge and down. In a storm like this, what's beneath them is more likely to hold answers than what's above.

Then the water parts, like someone put a log into a waterfall, flowing around either side of a spot perhaps a foot above his extended hand. It spreads to either side, thick columns of water like the way curtains bulge when pulled aside.

Beyond, the sheeting rain is blowing every which way, just as bad as he had guessed. And below... Neuvillette leans just far enough out to see barren ground in the distance below.]

As I thought. This ship is not on the sea -

[And then the metal beam of one of the ship's legs comes into view, and he falls silent.]