[ Garrot hears that emphasis, and does not move. In fact, he takes a step forward, casting a longer shadow. Punk-ass kid... ]

I doubt you have any sunscreen in those shorts of yours. [ There's no audible sound of his eyebrow raising, but Garrot lets out a condescending sigh before digging one of his feet into the sand a bit. What? It's fun. ]

I mean, you don't want to get sunburn, do you? [ There's a sneering little scoff. ] The dead skin gets so nasty...