There are some benefits to having cordial relationships with their 'hosts', as it were. Benefits like being allowed to dig around until he could find a reasonably modest pair of trunks, rather than a scandalously small speedo, or being aware of the fact that they have both sunscreen and soothing lotion available--or actually having credits to spare and a bracelet to use them, or..... well, anything instead of being left a wet, sandy, disgruntled, well-cooked lobster. At least Felix had managed to find some food?

Ah, what a wretched sight. Seteth pads over to join him, pulling the towel from around his neck to offer over; Felix clearly needs it more than he does right now, either for himself or his gear. "If you'll forgive me for saying so, you look freshly washed ashore. Take care you don't let your armor rust."