Dripping wet, Sakura walked with as much aplomb as a cold, saltwater soaked ninja could manage when thoroughly irritated with themselves. Add on an extra side of tired, and the most enthusiasm for speaking she could come up with right now cumulated into a short phrase. "Marco, I could use your help."

Let's take stock of the situation. She was down to just her plantsuit. She looked like she'd gone swimming or had a pool dumped over her head. She smelled like the sea, in a less rotting-seaweed-on-the-beach way, and a more hard-to-define-but-noticeable way. The circles she had under her eyes before, but that passed off as acceptable, look more like smears of charcoal. There was a pale, clammy cast to her skin, like she wasn't quite warming up right.

Or maybe that was just Stacy's wonderful interior lighting.