Lips salty, mouth salty, Sakura dragged her sopping wet self up to the surface of the water, protesting indignantly at the unnecessary splash before Marco disappeared. He was gone too fast for a retort, not that hers was particularly inspired.

Talking to the tank at large, she muttered, "At least you can't drool when you're a dolphin," then smirked for her own amusement.

She pulled herself up on the walkway, taking up a seat on the rail and waiting to see what Marco would do. Moby followed along after him, or so she thought, considering he was large and white and easy to track, and Marco was much harder.