Bob turned in the direction of the voice. He stared at her. "I'm in the middle of the ocean on a floating coffin which can barely work. There are man-eating dolphins everywhere. Dolphins, the rapists of the sea. They're the only animal besides humans who kill for pleasure," he grunted. "At least there's dignity in becoming shark food. And I'm utterly alone in every sense of the word. Yeah, I'm really beginning to fucking enjoy myself!"
Bob sighed deeply, collected himself, and opened his eyes. "Sorry, sorry for snapping, I'm a bit short-tempered, and I'm sorry."