"...Fine," she mumbled. She glanced around again; honestly, she was probably being a little too paranoid, but really, could he blame her? In any case, she stared back out into the ocean, shifting, before finally dropping the towel and running like hell into the water, half hurtling herself in as though she were trying to maneuver past bombs and bullets and what not.

She squeaked; the water was cold and she hadn't really thought that much out. It certainly didn't stop her from wading further into the water, though; she'd rather be cold than seen by anyone else other than Soma in her bathing suit.