[Veronica pulls her hand back, knowing from their last meeting that he seemed to prefer to do things himself wherever possible and giving him the space to do so as she tries to shift so she isn't sitting in his lap. What she manages, with the little room they had, her fingers skidding on the plastic is to move mostly off of him, though her legs are still lying on top of his. But hey, it's a start? She squirms, trying to figure out what would be most comfortable for him, not wanting to hurt him.

Once she's satisfied (and just a little out of breath which was...odd to her considering moving shouldn't have taken that much out of her), she looks up just in time to catch the tail end of one of his downward glances.

And looks down as well, at the swimsuit which she found interesting but maybe just a bit impractical for swimming and pretty much any activity that wasn't lying down and doing nothing. But first, his question:]

...I do not know. I suppose it could be a part of the game? Perhaps we are meant to get back to shore. Or perhaps to enjoy...

[She looks down quickly through the bottom of the bubble just to make sure some huge sea creature isn't going to suddenly come up from the deeps and attack them. Nothing. Okay, then.]

To enjoy the view? May I ask... [Because she's still noticing the difficulty he's having with keeping his eyes on her face and leans in closer to try and meet his eyes,]

...is something the matter?