[ Her head swivels in response to the sound of a voice calling to her, and Rinoa can't help but smile when she sees another person there on the shore, no matter how irritated she might look. (Working with grumpy people is Rinoa's specialty, after all!) The warning that she offers only serves to confuse the swimming woman, however, who tilts her head in curiosity even as she starts to swim for the shore.
It's not a hard swim, and Rinoa makes it with relative ease, although of course she comes out of the lake as soaked as the woman sitting nearby. With a small sigh, she wrings out her hair, and proceeds to remove some of her heavier, more waterlogged garments, wringing them out too and draping them over the same rock. As she works, she asks: ]
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It's not a hard swim, and Rinoa makes it with relative ease, although of course she comes out of the lake as soaked as the woman sitting nearby. With a small sigh, she wrings out her hair, and proceeds to remove some of her heavier, more waterlogged garments, wringing them out too and draping them over the same rock. As she works, she asks: ]
What's a shark?