He coughed once, dragging her up onto the bookshelf that was now a makeshift raft, managing to stay braced so as not to capsize it. He shook his head, dragging a hand through his hair to pull it away from his eyes, "Not yet."
This was followed a moment later by a brow furrow, "...This is salt water. Actual, ocean, salt water." He wasn't entirely sure what this meant, if anything.