[ She tries. She's certainly not wild about the idea of anyone ogling her towel, herself, and that's considerably better than what they would have been ogling before, so of course she's sympathetic to his plight. This is true to an extent such that, even when he starts talking, she doesn't actually look over until about halfway through, and then only because she has to turn the other direction to see the shore. ]
[ Which... is farther away than anticipated. A little of the color drains out of her face the second she comes to that realization, and it's probably not just because they're floating out to sea in a giant hamster ball. ]
Oh, [ she says under her breath, a bit in the same tone as if she'd just looked up to see that she was directly in the path of a swiftly oncoming train. Whatever it is that's on her mind, she doesn't mention it. Instead, there's only a quick, slightly urgent, ] Yes, that. Let's do that.
[ Definitely worth a shot. (Definitely better than waiting for the cold embrace of death.) ]
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[ Which... is farther away than anticipated. A little of the color drains out of her face the second she comes to that realization, and it's probably not just because they're floating out to sea in a giant hamster ball. ]
Oh, [ she says under her breath, a bit in the same tone as if she'd just looked up to see that she was directly in the path of a swiftly oncoming train. Whatever it is that's on her mind, she doesn't mention it. Instead, there's only a quick, slightly urgent, ] Yes, that. Let's do that.
[ Definitely worth a shot. (Definitely better than waiting for the cold embrace of death.) ]