...had she really just said what he thought she'd said? Shae glanced up at the woman, belatedly noticing her off-balance state, and he caught her outstretched hand in an attempt to steady her. The sudden contact produced a startling sort of electrical shock; it wasn't a painful sensation by any means, but it had certainly been unexpected. It was more of a sharp tickling, an awareness, and he'd nearly released her hand out of surprise, but something prevented him from doing so- some strange, inexplicable sense of connection that he just couldn't bear to lose.
The light pulsed on insistently, and it was clear that his new acquaintance had become completely captivated by the spectacle. He was tempted to wave a hand in front of her face, but realized he'd probably only succeed in pissing her off. Still, he rolled a little awkwardly to his own feet, now standing beside her on the beach with her hand still clasped in his own. There was power here, and energy, and he wasn't entirely sure how he knew this, only that he knew. To release her now would meaning losing that precious energy flow, and he unconsciously pressed closer behind her, half-smoked cigarette dangling uselessly from the fingers of his free hand.
"Ain' gon' git ME out dere, ma cher, not wit'out a boat. You gotta boat?" Shae glanced out at the island again, wondering if her enthusiasm was somehow contagious; the light was almost like some sort of beacon, and the longer he watched, the more overwhelming its draw seemed to become. "Dere' a marinuh jes' down da way..."