She pushes something back in her face as he approaches -- some shadow that she slides away, hides. Twisting, she braces both hands in the sand and pushes up unsteadily, dripping water, balancing with slightly extended arms.

"A human came." It's hard to read from her face how she feels about that, unless one catches the tension in her jaw. "He . . . was excited and shouted something about the Diamond Authority? And then said something about a camera and ran away."

He'd said not to move, but she has absolutely no intention of obeying that.