She didn't even have to lift her head to look, she knew who it was. She knew his voice. She knew more than his voice, but in that moment it was all she needed to identify him. And she hated that the knowledge was so very immediate. All of this time that she had spent trying to forget him, trying to lose her new self, trying to reclaim what her life been before, trying to refind who she thought she was, and it was all gone in single moment with a single word. That's all it had taken. Just one word, spoken in that voice that she knew as intimately as her own breathing.
What was he even doing here? Here? It was a nude beach, and Hermod didn't do nude. Not that she come here to avoid him, that wasn't why she'd chosen this resort at all. She came here because it offered her the lifestyle she liked, it had nothing to do with hiding. Really. And she wasn't hiding now either. She just didn't see any point in lifting her head when she was so comfortable, that's all it was. She wasn't avoiding looking at him.
"I'm a creature of the desert. I don't burn," she replied, her voice tinged with both mild distain and boredom. And as long as he could not see her expression, there was no way he would know those were not really the emotions in her heart or on her face. So she just wasn't going to lift her head at all. But she wasn't hiding from him, really, she wasn't. It was only about her personal comfort. And perhaps a bit of prudence.
Asking why he was here would only lead to a discussion that she didn't want to have. But she couldn't just leave the conversation where it was, or he'd take control of it and then she'd have the same problem. So in a supremely casual voice she said, "They make killer mai tais here, you should go get yourself one. At the bar. In the hotel."