Kasho's eyes narrowed as she seemed to be offended by the sight of him. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that so many surfacers wore those strange colored pelts while he did not. Yes. Old Blkk had talked about the strange customs of surfacers, how they covered up, were ashamed of their bodies... or something. But he couldn't afford to scare her off so he placed a hand over her groin. Of course that wasn't quite enough so he had to use his other hand as well. He felt stupid. Why did it matter? It was just his penis...<br/><br/>She was speaking. He'd heard snippets of surfacer language before, conveyed through the water in a distorted manner. His people could vocalize but they used sign language for most communication. He raised a hand, beginning to sign until he realized that by doing so, he was partly bared again. He made a sound of annoyance, moving over and tearing a low hanging branch off a tree, holding it in front of himself as he raised a hand again. His fingers made signs in the air but the look on her face was not one of comprehension so he slowed, then dropped his hand. He hadn't really thought this through...<br/><br/>Kasho opened his mouth, pointing to his own chest. "Kasho," he croaked his name. It sounded so different out of water without liquid getting in the way of the sound. He tested a few more sounds, momentarily distracted by the novelty of it, flexing his lips and tongue to see what strange noises he could make out of water. Finally, he pointed to himself again. "Kasho," he repeated, then pointed at the ocean. He mimed with both hands this time, laying one flat to represent the surface of the water, the other to mime himself swimming beneath it. "Down," he said next, remembering the word as a direction that could mean under. He made a trill of excitement at the way the word sounded above water. This was so strange. And... the branch had dropped. He rolled his eyes. He didn't care anymore. She'd just have to deal with it. It was too hard to sign while covering himself.