"No, I'm not okay. I'm in water, fucking water and I'm going to kill those stupid assholes." Abigail muttered, pulling breaths as she tried not to tense up too much or freak or flail about. It was kind of hard when all she literally wanted to do was cling onto the girl and climb embarrassingly all over her. "Please tell me we are near the shore, I'm fine if we can touch the sand."

The wonderful sand where she wouldn't have to fight the urge in her that was trying to produce scales not skin and a tail not legs. She was pretty much holding it together as a human... barely.