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Her brow furrowed inquisitively, and she nodded, understanding the body language he projected as clear as day. "Just tell me if something bothers you," she drawled softly, moving her hand under the waves to find his hand with hers, twining their fingers together.

Antony could tell he was inexperienced as well as guarded, so she figured it was best to tread lightly as to not make him too uncomfortable. It's what she'd do anyways.

"I had some random ideas of what to put inside them. Photographs would be too obvious, but I'm sure sand could be determined by a geologist or something. They have forensic geologists I think. Maybe an old plane ticket stub or a social security number? It's something that'd need to be thought about, I'd say..."

"The plant would probably decompose though," she commented, chewing on her lip ring for a bit as she let her thumb run across his hand to test the waters. Maybe alcohol would be needed to loosen him up.

"I could do some drunken or high bullshit with a few bottles, and I think it best if only one of us do the bottle releasing. Probably me since I'm not new. New people tend to want to scrap together escape plots right off the bat... That and it's not new for me to get piss drunk and do stupid things." Antony grinned, taking a small step or so closer to him to keep his blush going. Maybe they'd think she was jacking him off underwater or something else lewd.

"Unless you drink, don't worry about collecting them. Work more on the currents and research. Since you asked me about escape plans, it would make sense for you to research ways to get off."

Her other hand went under water and gently caught his free wrist, bringing it to place on her waist and setting her hand atop his to keep it there. "It's not so scary," she commented with a smile to hopefully try and put him at ease.

The squirrel woman continued on the subject almost immediately, "But make sure you research a whole variety of things, and not just what we need... Throw them off by over researching something else. Things like that."

"Relax," she whispered, trying not to be too amused by all this. Considering how he was acting, Antony would bet a good amount of money on him being a virgin.

The next question caused her to 'hmm' ever so lightly, letting her hair fall into her face as her brow furrowed in thought. "I've seen books in the Entertainment Room... And there's obviously no access to the internet. All else fails you can try requesting them by dialing '0' on your intercom."

"More or less," she murmured, letting the hand ontop of his and her hip slide to rest on his forearm. "If you need new clothes and stuff, they'll get you whatever you want. Moreau's bloody rich, so unless you piss him off... It's pretty comfy on the island. Except the whole, turning into giant animals thing..."

A half smile was offered after she sized up his strong frame again, "Is all that from your job or...?"

"Cat-lady?" Antony repeated slowly, as if she hadn't heard him right and saying it again would make things clearer. "Try an albino squirrel," she clarified with a dry voice, eyes narrowing somewhat. Clearly, she had been offended by him mistaking her for a giant p***y.

Though his answer was noted, she didn't even think to reply to it. He had called her a cat, after all.

"Clearly, you've never been to D.C.," she replied simply, shaking her head. "I think most animals can have albino varieties, though."

When he insulted himself, Antony frowned and raised the hand up that was on his forearm to ruffle his hair on his lowered head. It was a gesture of comfort, and once she was finished, the squirrel women let it linger on the back of his neck, fingers playing through the hair there. "Architects aren't dunces."