Jennifer's boat is still drifting forward; her hull is going to bonk into their raft if she doesn't do something. She manages to avert minor inconvenience by prodding the raft with her paddle.

She could point out that their names are on the weird side, too, but she's used to bizarre names. "I don't know," she says instead in response to their question. After a moment's thought, she hazards, "We might be dreaming?" That had been the case last time she wound up somewhere weird and lagoon-y (though there's no shoreline that she can see).