[It's great that they're both on the same "no puking in the giant plastic ball, please and thank you" page. Makes getting along a lot easier.]

I've never had a chance to swim in the ocean either.

However, from my understanding, this isn't a typical occurrence! Maybe next time will be better.

[Basically, they're both screwed unless they're saved by the Giant Doofy Whale of Yore.]

['Saved'.]

[In any case, it seems like the ball has steadied enough (for now) to allow for them both to regain their bearings as best they can. What better time for introductions? So Lavellan holds out a hand in as polite a handshake as she can pull off while the waves gently rock their bubble.]

[You know. In the middle of the ocean.]

[...She's not the best at timing.]

Inquisitor Lavellan, at your service.

May I ask for your name as well, friend?