Wren climbs over the edge of the pier and waves off help. He's okay; cold,but he also kind of hates not being totally self sufficient.

He catches Abigail's mutter and smirks. "God help me if I ever become most rockstars." His hair is already curling from the salt water and he messes it up. "Stupid jocks attempting murder is something I remember. You know Enfants, then?" A weird way for the subject to come up, but not the weirdest ever.

"We should get you somewhere to warm up, while we're talking," he adds. "Do you live around here?"