Coconut Grove nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy.

He failed to procure even the hint of a smile from her, which he found slightly insulting. Fortunately, he didn't particularly care, so he merely headed out into the water with a shrug of his shoulder to indicate she could follow if she so chose to. Her words seemed to indicate that she would, but again. He didn't particularly care.

Penn tilted his head a little more towards her as he stepped into the sea so that he could catch her words. It seemed she felt the need to introduce herself. He was content to just refer to her as fancy eyeballs in his mind and never refer to her as anything out loud, but if she wanted to do the dance, that was fine by him. He was semi-distracted by the hunt now, his eyes drifting across the tide. But, distracted as he was, he still stopped dead when he heard her say his name.

Penn froze for a moment, his face contorting into a frown as he half-glanced back at her over his shoulder. Had she just said Penn? He did a quick check of himself and determined that she was standing to his right, so he was certain he'd heard her. Was she fucking with him?

He turned his head the rest of the way back until he set eyes upon her. He studied her for another moment with a single brow quirked dramatically to indicate his confusion and suspicion. "Did you say Penn?" he asked, then added after a beat, "...Isn't that a guy's name?"