Eh. Most hu— I mean, most people aren't good at swimming. It's fine, whatever. There are no swimming cramps, though — totally superstition.

[ He waves a dismissive hand at her. He's. Wrong. But he feels pretty knowledgable even if he. shouldn't.

He sets off in a (comically over-confident) strut again, gesturing for her to follow along as he starts back toward the steps, abandoning his masterpiece drawn in the sand. ]

Sooo— where do those stairs go, exactly?

[ He points, glancing toward Alice with a raised brow. Still not fessing up that he doesn't know where he is, but, y'know, he's getting there. ]