[There was nothing worse than being caught staring at a pretty girl when you didn't mean to be, and Johnny colored a little, directing his gaze outside the bubble. Which, wasn't exactly helpful, seeing as if he didn't pay attention to what was going on inside, he was going to end up in exactly the same position they'd started in.

The moment he looks back, she's drawn even closer and of course, she's all large eyes and out-of-breath and soft curves and a hell of a lot of skin. Feels like the air is growing a little thin, but given the circumstances... He stumbles a little over his words at the start and shakes his head.]

Oh, uh- uh- yeah, maybe that's what it is. Can we really move in this thing? To get back to shore I mean.

[He supposed it was a ball and it should spin, in theory, but that would be a pretty uncomfortable journey. Not that sitting here slippery and mostly naked was the most comfortable of situations.]

Huh? Oh. No, I'm just- sorry darlin', it's like trying not to stare at a sunset. Probably shouldn't, but it's a real nice view.

[He averted his gaze again, making a point to be more disciplined about it. It wasn't Veronica's fault, after all, that they'd wound up like this. She was probably just as frustrated with the whole business.]