[Morgan hands it to him and takes a step back, gesturing for him to give it a try, and of course the minute he steps into focus the mermaids crowd again, though with renewed interest. Some giggle, others peep from behind rocks coquettishly, while bolder ones come up on the rocks and lean close.]

Are you a sailor? [one asks]

[Morgan rolls her eyes so hard it's a wonder someone doesn't hear them clacking in her head]