And Hardison was vaulting over the couch because--that's what you did when your partner got attacked by a shark, apparently? You left all common sense behind and leapt into the fray like you were actually going to accomplish something.

In fairness, he at least knew this was a terrible idea. He was powerless to do anything else, but at least he knew.

"Aww hell naw!" he yelled, snatching up a chair and whacking the shark with it.