He put his pack away and thought about how he was going to tell the story this time. It wasn't that he altered the facts, it was just one always had to make up for the fact that most people didn't know shit about the Bermuda Triangle, didn't know shit about anything paranormal--and she'd already proven she didn't--and most people would assume he was just batshit insane.
When she squeaked and grabbed his arm, he immediately put his around her back, steadying her. "You know for 'comfort', you could probably pick a different, less potentially fatal spot..." he told her with a little smile.