[The silence was comforting, in a twisted way. That chasm between them echoed it, and it engulfed him.]
[Lockon didn't even have any other expression he could give her, without worrying needlessly about how she might react, or how it could be taken. It was best to play it safe, and gesture hollowly to the dry edge of the beach. Then, as if he knew the difficulty she was having, for he found himself in the same position, he asked] Where to?