Well damn. Bobby knew Namor had seen him. He knew the sea king had spotted him waiting on the shore at the water's edge. But the man had just dived back into the cold water without so much as a wave of acknowledgement. Alright. Fine. Then he'd just come to him.
Stepping out onto the water, Bobby's feet touched down on hard ice and he walked, a path of white frozen lake forming beneath him in a straight line. When the water got deeper, Bobby dove icy pillars into the lake to support his little boardwalk, strolling along on the surface like it was something he did every day, like ice followed his every step. There were plenty of water molecules to work with. He could make ice all day out here on the lake. However long it took for the man to finally acknowledge him. Bobby wasn't confrontational, exactly. But he was impetuous. Comic book still in hand, Bobby scanned the surface of the water for sign of the fish-man's movements.