"Oh. Sorry." Her call for help had snapped Dexter out of his frozen stare, and he made his way over to the girl and helped her to her feet. He'd offer her a towel, but this wasn't exactly a public beach that allowed swimming, and surely if she were just in a bathing suit, the heat would dry her off. But no, she had to go into the ocean fully clothed like a madman and now the drenched clothes would chill her.
"So I'm assuming your in the same predicament as me. You don't have a clue as to our whereabouts?" Sarcastically, he asked.