She grins up at him. "Sorry," she says sheepishly. "It's not so bad, though." Certainly not as bad as that dream where they'd been trapped in the tunnel filling with water - well, she doesn't want to think about that for a variety of reasons.

She turns back to peer down at the sand through the water, bending down to dip her hands in and picking up a little shell. She hands it to Peter without a word. This will probably confuse him, and she doesn't really have a reason for it either. It just seems like the thing to do.