"Not at all," he said. He meant it, though he was thoroughly clueless about the girl's thoughts on owning a little piece of the beach. "I mean, it's private property, but it's not... I don't mind, is what I'm trying to say. But..."
He felt like he was swatting at creeping doubt like a little bug that kept trying to land on him. The scars. He'd come to swim and relax. Not to frighten young girls. But he wasn't about to send anyone away, not when he had the opportunity for a little company.
"If you don't mind me sitting and getting a little work done on my computer, you're free to keep surfing."