It was a good thing that she'd suspected that he was in the water somewhere or the resultant flailing would have drowned them both rather than just sending her sliding unintentionally under the water.
She popped back up in time to hear him speak. "I like it. It reminds me of home." So did surging up in the water to get the angle needed to push his grinning head underwater.
It was kinda on the freaky side that the first guy in this foreign country that she felt truly comfortable with on more than a 'he reminds me of my uncle/great uncle/great-great uncle' type of way was a cop. She was surprised that some moonshining ghost of an ancestor hadn't shown up to disapprovingly haunt her.
At least he was cute. And it didn't hurt that his Irish lilt slid down her spine like a caress.