Not surprisingly, as the sand muffled all sound, as did the water that was now in her ears, Helena didn't hear the sound of approaching feet. She did, however, notice a specific lack of light as the figure moved closer. It was as soon as she realized this that Helena's eyes snapped open. Her robe. She needed her robe. She wanted to get to it quicker then it took the man walking in her direction to notice that she had very little clothes on and that most of her was exposed.
Nothing. It was gone. And she hadn't brought a towel with her, not thinking that she would need one, not with the robe. Frowning, Helena couldn't decide if she acted casual, like she was just another girl on the island who wouldn't be ashamed of wearing such a thing, or if she flopped back int he sand and pretended to be dead. Both ideas sounded bad, just thinking about them.
So, she sat up and pulled her legs right up to her chest, wrapping her arms tight around herself to hide anything inappropriate. "What are you.. What are you doing out here, Sir?" Her voice shook a little, hoping that he would realize she was there and leave.