Ugh, I was joking — y'know, about the wolves? Nevermind...

[ Right back atcha, Robyn. Alberto rolls his eyes, and they swim on. ]

Okay, look. There's a kelp garden. I recognize that. [ Wait, that's the first lapse in his expertise, he merely recognizes it?! ] I bet they have other stuff growing just beyond. You keep watch and I'll—

Hey! Who's over there!

[ A strangely accented voice interrupts them as they linger suspended by the edge of the tall kelp leaves, not hidden well enough, clearly. A merperson is swimming toward them rapidly. Alberto shoots Robyn a worried glance at first, inadvertently, then smooths that expression over into a smug smirk, ever-confident, waving both hands at her as if to say calm down, then darts into the kelp to hide, waving her along.

They're, like, literally immediately in trouble. ]