"I... um... o.... um..." The bronze skinned, dark haired, either soaked or sand-caked female mutters incoherently as she tries to collect herself.  "I'm sorry, I didn't want you to drown and you were right in the surf, you could have drowned, I didn't want that to happen, especially if it was Katsu, that's my ship, at least it was my ship, before I hit the crazy null field projected by your planet and then hit another ship or something before I crashed into the water body back down the beach, but if it was Katsu that caused you to be unconscious then I couldn't let you drown, that would be just mean, but you were a little heavy, and when those sonic booms happened..."<br/><br/>She fires this diatribe in machine gun fashion as she dusts her uniform off of sand and starts padding herself down to see what she managed to bring off the sinking ship (by luck more than anything else).