"Aquarius, isn't that a boys name?" Sachiko says softly with a brow furrowed in honest confusion, but perhaps not softly enough.  Then she smiles brightly and snaps into a respectful stance.  Looking perhaps a little the fool; with her uniform hanging unceremoniously in places (drug down by gravity and the weight of stored sea water), her hair a dripping and disheveled mess, and her stance seemingly ignorant of the fact her demeanor is hardly matched by her soaking-wet/slovenly image.  But snap to attention she does.  Crossing a stiffened, opened hand across her chest in salute.  Right palm down, the tip of her index finger pressed against the seam of her left shoulder.<br/><br/>"Intergalactic Detective Sachiko Chiasa, at your service Princess."<br/><br/>She drops into a rest stance, clicks her lips as she ponders something silently, and then smiles and beams as she asks the question that has been bothering her.<br/><br/>"What's an amarantine?  Is that anything like an aquamarine?  Pretty stones... anyway," she rattles off as she seems to forget she should be expecting an answer to the question.  "That beam caster came from that way."<br/><br/>She points up toward where the sounds of sonic booms seem to have originated.<br/><br/>"Now, being royalty I'd say I should take you thataway," and she points in the other direction, down the beach and away from the danger.  "Before I return to investigate why a Class Three civilization is blasting away with Class Five weaponry in a civilized area.  Clearly an infraction of... um... some law I'm sure."