"Deep breath," she answers, the only warning she can offer before she pulls him down into a dive. Coconuts sink into the water around them as she twists, sharply turning out of the way and veering her course parallel to the shoreline. It'll sting the poor bastard's head something fierce, but not as much as getting hit would. One coconut thumps into the small of her back, pushing her and her cargo further beneath the shore. A rush of air bubbles from her mouth, but her gills kick in to compensate. Just a bruise. No time to let it hamper her. Tail still works, so keep swimming.

They resurface a short distance down the beach. The apes, unwilling to brave the water or climb back up the slope to get around their own fence, are quickly fading into the distance as they reluctantly return their focus to the prey still within their compound.

"Sorry," Severs chirps. "Glad you're lucid enough to recall the pet name. One of those punks clocked you real good with a rock. Thought for a second you were a goner, two-tone." She risks a glance over her shoulder, adjusting her course toward the shore. "Let's get you back to dry land and get a look at that. Don't strain that head of yours, dryskin. I'll keep you safe. First sign of anyone coming, and I'll be on them like a Nord on a keg of mead."

Her feet touch sand, and the transition from swimming is an awkward one; she's still inclined to support her makeshift passenger, even in the shallows.