Moments ago, Ellever had been shivering and contemplating the shore. But the second a dark shape had begun to fly over the water, all of her physical discomfort -- of which there's plenty -- had vanished. Her breath catches in her throat. Not out of fear, but of intense and immediate fascination. Though she hasn't seen anything quite like Stone before, even on her wildest outings, and the back of her brain does attempt to give her pause.

A decent attempt. Not a great one.

Her eyes are riveted as the shape suddenly materializes into a man, standing on deck, asking his question as though he had just popped out of his car. Then a breeze cuts across Ellever's meager blouse and shorts and she's rudely reminded that she's more than a pair of eyes. Shivering, she blinks, and her social brain gets left behind as she takes a few steps closer. Why introduce yourself when you have a thousand questions instead?

"Can you do that all the time?" she wonders. There's not a single ounce of fear in her gaze, still.