"The as in, the new one who just got here that I talked to on the journals," said Arla, raising her eyebrows. "Not as in the only one on the face of the planet." She lifted a foot, her flipper curling, as if to say yeah, duh, don't get cocky.
Opening the bottle of Tanqueray, she took a long, hearty gulp from it. "So what is it you do?" she asked. "Do you teleport through water? Become water? Underwater respiration? Hydrokinesis?" To punctuate the last idea, the waves underneath Ferris rippled and splashed.