[ Well, the height on this girl is absolutely enormous--and even with her heels, balanced hazardously in the sand, she doesn't think she even comes quite near to where she should; her eyes blink up at her, all round and worried, and stubbornly, she keeps her hand out and angled up, as though to make it easier for the stranger to do what she's asked of her.

The kiss is cute and small and, as she sees it, satisfactory enough, but she draws her hand back against her chest, lips pushed out in a look of obvious dismay. It doesn't look like it will bleed--at least not this time, but she's going to have to be much more careful.]

But then we'll have to share credits, won't we? That's alright, I don't mind if it's you.

[ Teasingly, though she immediately bends to snatch up the bucket, hold it firmly out in front of her and then lean forward, as though to scold all the crabs at their feet--]

We're coming for you! Gonna get all of you!