She smiles then, not the type of expression she often makes in this form, and then she pushes away from the rock, arching her back so she slips under the water with ease. He's treating her like she's something interesting like this, not something to be afraid of and April doesn't know what to make of it, she doesn't know what it means, how she feels, but she does know that she feels at ease in a way she often doesn't.

For a second, she thinks it might be something bordering on trust, but she pushes the thought away as she swims away from him, then turns in the water, pushing herself faster, cutting through the waves until she's nearly at the rock again. She changes direction at the last second, zipping around the side of the rock and surfacing on the other side, her wet hair trailing down the centre of her back.

"Get in," she invites with a little smile. "Let's see if you can beat that."