"No," she says, giving her head a little shake, her hair dragging through the water. "I'm a mermaid now, apparently, so I'm fine." For a moment, she considers hoisting her tail out of the water by way of demonstration, but decides against it. She might splash him, and judging by the size of his head, a decent splash might knock him over. "Thanks for asking, though," she adds, not without humor. What would he have done if she had needed help? Gone bounding off to fetch more competent assistance like an itty bitty Lassie?