[It'd mostly been a joke, but she takes his answer in stride. A swim in an unknown river sounds a little luxurious, too, after all, even though she hadn't been expecting this. She's nothing if not adventurous . . . so after an initial glance that follows the direction of the stream downwards, she tilts her head.]
Geronimo?
[Okay, okay. She doesn't jump, but she is rather desperate to get clean by now. She gives him a look, sheepish smile lingering.]
We're here, so let's not be shy about it. [No turning back now, beggars can't be choosers, etc.]
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Geronimo?
[Okay, okay. She doesn't jump, but she is rather desperate to get clean by now. She gives him a look, sheepish smile lingering.]
We're here, so let's not be shy about it. [No turning back now, beggars can't be choosers, etc.]