[ The strange woman continues to behold him like he's some unusual variety of jellyfish flopping about more than a man, without a speck of human sympathy. ]

I took a boat.

[ One she made of and by herself, but that's hardly the point. The point, as she skims him up and down with still-narrowed (slightly unfocused) eyes, is that she took a sensible conveyance, and he did not.

(There is no boat to be seen on the coast. When it reached the shore, it went wrong. She had to take it back apart.) ]

You didn't aspirate anything too badly - the state of your feet, though -

[ She clucks her tongue and levers herself off the sand, not without some visible effort. She isn't very physically intimidating, for all that it's worth. Some of that comes down to her damp, fuzzily lined boots, more like slippers than real outdoor shoes. ]

You'll attract crabs. Is that what you want? All those awful clacking claws?