"Within, and not on the shore, I presume," V replies. They attempt, less wryly, to smile again, with a little more success.

"But I can appreciate the ocean's might, climates aside."

Their outward stress signs are waning; less pressure in the hands gripping the hoodie, less tension in the shoulder M-Bot is riding on, and so forth.

"Though the Bay itself has mystical properties; I do not suppose you'd know the sort I mean?"