Okay, she was probably asking for that. Jill puts a hand up as if that might stop the spray of water, as paltry as it is. She laughs and tries again, her voice faltering over the attempt to be serious. "Hey, come on!"

It's so weird to have a moment of levity. She doesn't remember the last time she had one - and she doesn't remember much, as well - but it feels...too long. And now that she's already gotten wet, she takes a few more strides to get up to her boots in the water so she can kick, trying to toss up water in his direction.

(It's not the same or as much, clearly, but that's not going to stop her.)