[He says as he pulls himself out of the sand the rest of the way, engaging his arm and core muscles to free his legs, before rising to his feet. Somehow he is nimble on the sand, able to determine where best to step, as he makes his way to the edge of the pool to find actual sturdy and solid ground to stand.
Sand is just...pouring out of his clothes as he does. He actually looks a little put off by all of this, by the sand that's so clearly still in his boots, and Lord knows where else... For all he might be slightly annoyed, as he looks to Cecelia, his expression returns to that expressionless neutrality.]
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[He says as he pulls himself out of the sand the rest of the way, engaging his arm and core muscles to free his legs, before rising to his feet. Somehow he is nimble on the sand, able to determine where best to step, as he makes his way to the edge of the pool to find actual sturdy and solid ground to stand.
Sand is just...pouring out of his clothes as he does. He actually looks a little put off by all of this, by the sand that's so clearly still in his boots, and Lord knows where else... For all he might be slightly annoyed, as he looks to Cecelia, his expression returns to that expressionless neutrality.]
Well done.
[Then he looks to the door.]
Shall we?
[Straight to business, this guy...]