[The years have been long and not without their regrets. She meets gaze with Reid after looking up from the incoming wash of waves and after a long beat paused there, she heads out of the shallows and back up onto the sand. She leaves a zig zag of footprints behind her as she's indecisive whether to head to her towel or his way first. She goes the latter of the two ways and puts on a smile, albeit a small one.
Her voice is soft, calm and neutral. It's what always worked best with Clay.] Hey Reid, how are you?