Sea siren? Arla rolled her eyes just as magnificently as David and looked away. "Oh, I'm mortal," she said. "We're all mortal." She didn't quite look it with the sheen of her skin when it was wet. Some people thought it was beautiful, some people thought it was downright freaky, and for Arla it was just the way she was. If she had the power to talk to fish she'd be all set----she'd be living in the lake by now. But even cynical, bitter, bitchy Arla needed some kind of human-to-human interaction, which meant she couldn't reside in her element. But, when one saw her like this, it became obvious that on land she was quite literally a fish out of water.
"Buuuut, I could stand to have someone make me look good," she said. "I've looked bad for way too long. I know what they call me. The kids, I mean. Not just the kids." She buried her face in her hands. "Crazy Professor Lawrence, she's batshit insane and she throws chalk----but she can't aim because she's too drunk to see straight." She lifted her eyes and smiled slightly at David. It was a sad smile, but it was a smile.