Let's just hope if there is anything, they realize you'd make the better meal.

[She's fighting a losing battle with her skirt, she realizes, but she's not about to shed it just yet. Nor will she shed her shirt, though she's a little aware of how it's clinging to her skin right now.]

But come, now. If you're my part-time bodyguard, surely that covers drowning situations. Are you saying you wouldn't rescue me if I'd found I'd forgotten how to swim?