<div style="text-align: justify;">It always smelled nice out here. Very clean. A brisk wind vainly tried to lift her soaked hair, but only succeeded in getting a brief shudder of her naked shoulders. It was more out of reflex than cold. She took a few deep breaths through her nose. <span style="color: #4080FF">"If ya don't know much about him, any place is a good place to staht. That's at least how I see it."</span> She said, enjoying the smell of seaweed, salt, and rust.<br/><br/>She had barely noticed how quiet it was until she realized that Dimitri had lowered his voice to a whisper, and that she still had no trouble hearing him. Granted, her hearing as a mermaid was greatly improved, but they weren't completely under water now. Alannah squeezed his hand. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Ya can't be scared, Dimitri,"</span> she whispered, barely audible over the light splashing of the waves <span style="color: #4080FF">"That's losing before ya've even tried."</span> She dipped her head slightly, watching the floating tips of her long hair disturb the blurry face looking back up at her. The blurry face looked a little paler than usual.<br/><span style="color: #4080FF"><br/>"We should plan something."</span> Alannah stated matter-of-factly, even though she wasn't sure what that should be. She couldn't really do anything until tomorrow, and she was positive that Dimitri wouldn't leave even if she asked him to. Or maybe he would, if she asked him to, but she wasn't about to find out. <span style="color: #4080FF">"If I can get off work - hopefully - how would we get around?"</span> She raised her head again, a determined glint in her eye. <span style="color: #4080FF">"And whaddya think the easiest wee to find out what suity guy want is? Ya mom, maybe?"</span></div>