Miguel bent down and picked up the glasses, shaking the water off of them as he straightened up. "Thank you," he said, and hooked them over the collar of his now-mostly-dry tee-shirt since the light was low enough that it didn't hurt his eyes. He'd slipped his tee-shirt off and wrung it out as tightly as he could manage while Bryn had been swimming, then put it back on again. He'd done the same with his jeans and hoodie, but they were mucky even after a rinse in the river, so he wasn't putting those back on.
He grinned back at her question, though. "Getting there. Your flask definitely helped," he told her, then shoved his hair back yet again from his face. Shock, he had hair just like his mother's.