The water! Continues! To rise! Hopefully Luka likes having wet feet. And ankles. And soon: Knees.

"They were nice." Nine answers, dodging the first question about knowing them very well as if she was dodging a baseball.

"I don't think they would be mad. And I'm going to get them back." She answers, with as much determination as voice-to-text could afford in those words.

At the same time as she's answering, something long, coiling, and heavy gets washed up against Luka's feet. A snake? No, a rope! And there's a hook on the end? How convenient!

If Luka grabs the rope, he'll hear the roaring woosh of approaching waves a few seconds after. Surely that's nothing!