Once she was set down, Terra brushed herself off, straightening her clothes and hair as best she could in spite of the salt water. She wanted to look composed, but it was difficult to pull off in this situation. Terra pushed her hardened hair back behind her shoulders, leaning in curiously towards the communicator he was offering. When it was shoved into her hand Terra gripped it tightly, lifting it to her face to inspect it.

“Thank you…” She said in a low voice, nodding her head. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do with it. For now, it was handled with careful fingers, as though he had just handed her a fragile piece of glass. Finally, she clipped it carefully to the waistband of her shorts, one handing resting protectively overtop of it. It was weird, the feeling that she got from it, but she liked it.

“I’m sorry for ruining the tour,” It was a shame that they hadn’t gotten to see any more, but this was about all she could handle in one sitting. Looking around once and seeming altogether uncertain, Terra leaned forward and kissed his cheek lightly— her own gift, a mixture of an apology and a thank you. “I guess I’ll see you later,” It wasn’t likely that she’d have much of a choice on that matter.