( what luck! a bottle she graciously accepts with a chirp of thanks, unscrewing it readily to take a swig of it before she does anything else.

she really should perhaps question the situation more, given the appearances of the newcomer to her cove, but right now she's assuming that it's all part of the set and scene one way or the other. she hasn't sensed a lick of bloodlust, nor has he simply gone for her throat while she's without her weapon of choice, so it's probably fine? she did see quite the colorful array of set characters earlier.. )

I can get to the beach if that's what you're asking. ( why is she bragging about this? who knows. but she sure is. ) The tail seems like a pain to undo and redo for a recess, so I've just been seeing what I can find underwater while we're on break.

( which brings her to this point: )

What are you doing with all of that anyway?