The blackened female was, at least, intrigued by the strangers suddenly quietness, and his random choice to go and wade in the shallow ocean water. Nantale stood and starred at him as he moved away from the female and into the shoreline, allow the crashing, soft waves to overcome him and drench him in the salty water. Her eyebrows cocked in confusion as he invited her to join him into the water. Instead, she shook her head and declined. Wading with a stranger just seemed like a bad idea.
She did, however, take a few steps towards the fellow. Thoughts of ambushing the male as he laid in the water poured into her twisted mind, but she ignored them with the best of her ability. Even if she had the upper hand in the situation, and really, he wouldn’t knew what hit him – she declined to indulge in her demons and instead opted to make casual conversation. “Nantale,” she uttered, in a matter-of-fact statement of her name. “You?” Questioning back at him, her silvery eyes watched as each small wave crashed into the male, and how really, he seemed to rather enjoy it.