[ Alberto's impatiently waiting for her to catch up, when suddenly she descends instead. He groans and rolls his eyes, unseen and unheard by her at least, and turns around to meet her again, swimming back down after her. For as strangely terse yet playful as this guy's been, he's apparently feeling chummy enough to stick around her, like they'd partnered off. For someone who makes himself seem so self-sufficient, buddying up sure does seem in his interest, even if he's not acting much like a good buddy. Frankly he's a bit rude. But still, for what it's worth — not only does he wait for her, but even turns around to be sure she's okay.

He notices the crossbow, too, as his eyes follow her down. He has a well-trained eye for looking for human stuff at the bottom of the sea. But... he doesn't know what a crossbow is or what it does, nor does he realize it's hers. It's in no time at all he's caught up with her already, but he hovers a ways away, still within earshot, but is giving her space for... whatever it is she's doing. ]

Gee. Priorities: escape the weird cursed sea monster village to avoid becoming a weird cursed fish person forever, ooor... grab a souvenir. Hm. Tough call.

[ Alberto, your needling isn't needed. ]