( She doesn't pull on clothing; just the towel she wraps around her shoulders and starts rubbing at her arms with, one at a time. There's a lot of awkward sand she'll have to find a way to deal with later, and the thought makes her grimace, but it's a small expression that passes as quickly as it comes on. )
It's kind of a hobby of his.
( She jokes, if she's still too quiet. She'd continued to avoid looking at him, focused on the terrycloth towel, her hand, anything else. The way sand clung to her legs in an almost disconnected fashion. Insidious, that sand is. )
What happened?
( Because she always asks. Even now, when she doesn't know exactly how to say sorry for something she hadn't intended to do, she inevitably asks.
no subject
It's kind of a hobby of his.
( She jokes, if she's still too quiet. She'd continued to avoid looking at him, focused on the terrycloth towel, her hand, anything else. The way sand clung to her legs in an almost disconnected fashion. Insidious, that sand is. )
What happened?
( Because she always asks. Even now, when she doesn't know exactly how to say sorry for something she hadn't intended to do, she inevitably asks.
Good going, Collette. )