Malik bows nervously to her as he sidles up to the railing as well. Lilhy scares him, and he generally attempts to stay out of her way, but...he can't help but feel the obsessive need to check every few minutes or so to see if he can spot any life. Anything at all. A single floating strand of seaweed would be welcome. This isn't right, and it's weighing on him.
"Salaam, assayeda," he murmurs weakly, keeping his head down.