[Looking down to make eye contact comes as naturally as breathing — the curse of having height in spades at the expense of, oh, so many other things — but she tries not to be obvious about it, slouching a bit to soften the difference between them. Smiles, huge and wide and stupidly bright, at the satisfied look on Ema's face. The sudden and welcome absence of frustration, like clouds clearing away.]

Lys! Just Lys, haha.....I'm not sure I rate a "miss". [Pushing a would-be escapist crab back down into the bucket, she draws her hand back before it can be pinched.] But, you're welcome! I'm just happy I could help.

[This, followed by a polite glance that takes in Ema's sand-dusted clothes and sweat-flushed face.]

Do you wanna rinse off in the ocean, maybe? And I can get these little pinchers ready for the pot.