<div style="text-align: justify;">Regardless of her beginning withdrawal symptoms, Alannah broke into a wild laugh, relieved beyond belief that he by some miracle was not only not disappointed in Grover's Cliff, but actually seemed to like it. Also, hey, his comment about seeing what was under the surface of the water. Man, he had no idea how on point he was. Her laughter gradually quietened into the occasional chuckle. <br/><br/>She was still smiling at him, taking the odd look at the ocean every now and then, as she again considered asking him if he believed in mermaids. "I'd take ya underwater if I could," she told him, and meant it. <span style="color: #4080FF">"And you're not tying me down, not at all. I offered to take ya here, didn't I? So, even though I have to go home soon..."</span> She threw a fast glance at the waves. <span style="color: #4080FF">"...I'd feel bad about leaving ya out here. There ain't much to do, to be honest!"</span><br/><br/>The wind kept tugging at her hair, twisting what was left of her ponytail even more out of shape, and she finally gave up and pulled her hairband out. The long black strands flew in her face as she tried to regain control of it. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Look, if ya don't mind, where are ya staying? I'll take ya back if ya want, or at least tell ya how. Don't want ya to get lost, ya know?"</span> All of this was regularly interrupted by annoyed tutting sounds as she fought against the wind to tie back her ponytail again.</div>