"Kinda feel like that'd be creepy." She says, as if somehow, standing with her arms crossed over someone lying in the sand who was a little unconscious was not already the creepy thing here. But she still extends her hand to help Castor up, if she'd like to take it. "But nah, I was just around. Got lucky. Or unlucky, if I didn't wanna find you. But it was nice, so, it wasn't that."

Great. Smooth. Very smooth.