[the odd squid noises are and will likely always continue to be both unsettling and cute. until there's movement - a steady rhythm to what was once distressed flopping until a tentacle's a leg, and welp - there's an arm okay two arms nope not this is not awkward in the least (it's so awkward) - and there's impossibly long blue hair filling the space in that shallow pool, floating on the surface like a chaotic cerulean lily pad.

vi doesn't know either - but it's not unheard of? might be a trouble spot in the future, for safety reasons - then again, it could be a safety in itself, too. kind of a double edged sword, here. that certainly tracks.]

Take your time. It ...happens?

[she attempts to move some of that hair, directing it back and over what are jinx's newly human shoulders with her own shifting limb, trying to not make a tangle of it all, but at least they hopefully won't get caught in it.]

Well, whoever's in charge here can suck an egg for taking your stuff. [to no one in particular, she adds:] It's chilly, you assholes. Really? [her hands have re-formed, and the legs are swift to follow - she's clothed, but most of those clothes are wet. the draped black cloak she'd been wearing, though - even water doesn't seem to cling to it. it's half-dry even in the water, and she can at least offer that up when jinx is ready. sand gets into places where you just don't want it.]