By the time Killian laid out the blanket, Shizuka was dry except for her bathing suit, which she had expected. The suit would take quite some time to dry, and she planned to walk home wrapped in the towel while carrying her clothing and lay out the bathing suit over the top of her shower before later tossing it into the clothes dryer. She hadn't even considered laying out beneath the sun; after all, she was a redhead, and she burned easily, acquiring more freckles at the same time.
Spending a short while lounging around wouldn't hurt, however, especially if the pirate behaved himself. He'd had the sense to put on his pants, as if realizing that the soaking wet undergarments were simply too revealing - though it had only resulted in making the trousers just as wet, which was, really, creating the same exact problem, so Shizuka was fighting to keep her eyes well above waist height in order to avoid her earlier embarrassment. The man had no decency, really, and she didn't doubt that should he get the idea into his head, he'd strip entirely and run around like a small child, causing a ruckus and attempting to bait her to join him.
If the sun would solve that little issue, then what was another hour or two? The shade was always an option if her skin began to protest too loudly.
"Good idea," she said, sprawling out next to him and pondering using her towel for a pillow before discarding it as being too damp. Instead, she laid it beside her in a surprisingly hapless lump; it, too, would be taking a visit to the dryer later, only with a prior detour to the washing machine, along with its twin. Wriggling around a little until she got comfortable, she placed an arm behind her head, then looked over at Killian, squinting a little against the sun, clearly a little drowsy.