Hooves like hers are meant for rocky ground, or at least sand with more soil and traction to it. But the beach sand is slick and smooth, polished by the cycle of waves, and Joanna's a tall woman. So there's a precarious moment, her eyes widening and arms grasping at the air as she stumbles, and she barely catches herself by falling forward onto her knees instead.

"Hey, now...!" She sputters, looking up, and catches his nervous expression. And it all startles a laugh out of her, between the relief of not falling, and laughter is so much preferable to yelling about it.

"I... Oh, my word, no, I'm afraid I didn't." Joanna chuckles again, and shakes her head. "If I haven't figured it out tonight... I suppose I'll need to ask for advice."