[ She's having to press a hand to the top of her head to keep her poor hat from fluttering off and away down the beach, her flipflops still bouncing with each step. She'd ask Anna to slow down long enough for her to put them on but she really doesn't think Anna is capable of slowing down for more than five seconds right now. ]

W--well, maybe we should just stick a little closer to the beach? Just in case one of us gets in trouble, o--or...

[ she forces a smile and tries to put a little more pep into her voice. ]

How about a glass-bottom boat trip? I'm sure they'd have one of those around here...!