Zania needed an excuse to get out, though splashing around the pool didn't seem like her idea of a good time. Not after she'd been thrown around it like a drowned rag doll, at least. She wanted it to be fun, though, and so she wandered down to H deck in hopes that she'd be inspired to take a dip. To at least do something rather than mope around.
When she entered the pool area, she was surprised to find it already occupied, even more so by someone she recognized. Her memory of the storm was a little bit fuzzy, but she knew the guy on the chaise lounge was the guy that had been in the pool with her. He'd helped, even if she hadn't been willing to stay with them afterwards. "Glad to see you didn't drown," she said, walking up to him with a little smile. "And willing to return to the scene of the crime. Up for a little dip?"