"What sun? How long have we been in here?"

Still, grudgingly, he's peeling off his boots and socks. More than that and he'd have to really consider what was being asked, and how vulnerable he really felt like being around a stranger. Merman or no.

All of this was starting to settle into some weird sense of normality, or else he was becoming numb to the absurdity of it all. Maybe he was hallucinating all this. Maybe he'd finally cracked, or drank too much salt water while he was under. Who could say?