[Lacus spends a good deal of time here, for reasons that may seem similar but aren't -- not typically, in any case. Her nostalgia with the sea is a fond memory, so much that when she sees Kira there it takes her a moment to recall that he's truly here rather than her just imagining him.]
[Her shoes dangling from her fingers, Lacus pads through the sand and settles beside him, their shoulders touching.] It's lovely, isn't it?