Ashford, stripped down to just the black knee-length under layer normally hidden beneath his uniform, eyes the water warily. The muscles of his shoulders and back, taught on his right side due to his significant burn scars, shift in small micro-movements as he considers his next move.

He feels oddly....vulnerable.

No uniform. No weapon. Just himself in all his scarred, aged, lanky reality. And the water.

"Maybe better just let me drown next time," He jokes, trying to cover his anxiousness, and glancing at Stone.