Nico was somewhat relieved it was not in fact one of the thugs who tried to kill him. Good thing, he was in no shape for fighting, water logged as he was. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair, spraying water off himself in the process.
"Yeah, something like that." No, it was a good thing he did know how to swim, and could hold his breath for several minutes. He'd be dead at the bottom of the lake otherwise.
"Mind telling me where I've turned up? I don't recognise this area." Which was odd, because he knew the lake like his own back yard. He'd grown up swimming in it.