It didn't take long for Dimitri to float off, further into the sea. He was curious about what information he could get from interviewing the sea life. At that moment, Dimitri heard a voice faintly from the other direction. It wasn't the first time Dimitri had heard a voice in the sea, but he recognized this one. Dimitri's head tilted and he headed toward the voice, with haste.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040BF">"What's in the past?"</span>Dimitri asked, curiously, after overhearing the last of Alannah's conversation. It wasn't in Dimitri's code to skip a greeting, let alone start a conversation with a question about what he'd overheard. Dimitri felt so comfortable with Alannah at one point, adjusting to be preserved was a job all on his own. In a sense, Dimitri never<span style="font-style: italic">needed</span>to greet Alannah because he never would truly say goodbye. To the demigod, it was more like taking a break from the conversation when they weren't around each other, and the conversation would resume at their earliest convenience, but never actually end.<br/><br/>Of course, that didn't apply anymore, to Dimitri's dismay.<span style="color: #0040BF">"I'm sorry, that was rude've me."</span>Dimitri said, his tone now low-key, while he attempted to fix his wrong.<br/><br/>Then, like tripping into a wall, the feeling of the ocean hit Dimitri. He remembered how important it was that he was here, and as a knee jerk reaction, Dimitri attempted to grab Alannah's hand.<span style="color: #0040BF">"Alannah, it ain't safe down here right now."</span>Dimitri had a difficult time registering everything. He'd wondered what she was doing here, but he was aware of her need to be in the water for 24 hours a week. Dimitri was simply astounded that he'd run into her, here, out of everywhere.