Oh, Garrot. Haizea can't help but smile at his optimism. She has no expectation that she's going to make it off this island, and even if she did.....

"No, they're getting new identities and relocating right now. They might be able to find me, after, but they shouldn't. It'll be too dangerous." She allows herself to be angled into his chest, adjusting her seated position. Her legs are absolutely covered in sand but she makes no moves to dust them off. How is Garrot so comfy?