Yeah, the expression on her face made Rico glad he wasn't entirely human. Or at all human, actually. Appearances didn't actually count for much. Whatever, she made the freaky net thing, so she could freeze her ass off while he just stayed still like he was told and acknowledged that apparently the water was significantly below the average human's body temperature.
"But they're teeth," he stated with an air of definitely-more-than-confusion. He was starting to feel like he'd lost a fight with the wards at Superstition and manage to come out the other end with concussion. Why the hell would anybody want his teeth? Okay, yeah, they were weird. Most people did not have the adult equivalent of kiddie-teeth at nineteen. Then again, most people couldn't grow their own teeth back by shifting. But she didn't know he could do that. Unless she did. But he couldn't remember telling her. "Wereshark. Y'know we can walk. And I'm from NYC, so..." The end of that sentence eluded him. Mostly because he had no fucking idea what just happened. Practically struck dumb by... whatever it was that had just happened, Rico blinked a few times and then decided he wasn't going to ask, under the assumption that either he wouldn't like the answer or that nothing had happened and he was just seeing/feeling things that weren't really there. That giant sharkbite was really there, though, courtesy of his mother, and he wondered briefly how much more comfortable she'd be around a born were whose scars screamed 'bitten'.
He also wondered what planet she was from.
"Nemo was a clown fish, not a seal," was about all he had to say before he realised that anything a wereshark had to say on that matter would not be well received. Even if she wasn't eating right this very moment. Free Willy? "I'm a bullshark." He tilted his head at her, bewildered. "And a Rico." Obviously. "And, uh... Just a second." Shuffling away, he made sure she was well out of his bite-zone before shifting into his hybrid for a short spell and then changing back with a full set of teeth.
Hauling himself back onto the bank, he gave a brief laugh. "Not so spooky when your whole damn family think singin' it at you's damn hilarious." Penny scared him more. She actually spoke a different language. Like was no longer just an irritating filler. Because she had made it an actual tone of voice.