Lory looked even more. Gasped, winced, furrowed her brows, and then raised them when she saw which wifebeater had swam out. She supposed it was better than-- no, actually, every one of the constabulary could go drown as far as she cared.

Oh! They both surfaced! Crane, too. What a shame.

A drink on board would have been a lovely way to celebrate, but then she looked to Alice with her mouth already open.

“Any-uh, well. That was eventful.”