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Alec's expression changed into a dopey smile, though he was a little taken aback by Marshall's sudden... enthusiastic outburst. In other words, he wasn't sure how to take it but went along with it. "Well thas no' vereh nice." The teen replied calmly, looking sort of insulted at first though if knew that barnacles didn't exactly take well to sharks in the wild, he would've had a better comeback.

"Ye small, yanno." By now he couldn't help but laugh loudy from a safe distance away in the water. "A' seen worse mate, a' tur'le migh' suit ye!"

"PfftbbHA! A' dou' i'." Alec coyly smirked and stuck out his fleshy tongue at Marshall. He probably was taller like he said, but at this point he'd never admit it. Besides, he swore he'd grown an inch or two the last time he changed. And what was with all those funny names he kept yelling out?

"Ay, ay! Ye so smaw't, 'ow ye work this thing?" The teen motioned to his neck, swimming on his side. He figured he'd start asking around how to properly operate the folds of skin on his neck for breathing, dignity aside. What could be worse than publically thrown out of his own place anyways? Maybe this kid would know.

Alec looked perplexed for a moment, tilting his head to the side to almost mirror Marshall. "A' tried tha' man, an' all a' go' was a good cough." The sharkboy snickered, recalling his efforts at trying to 'breathe like a fish'. They sort of pathetic but looking back on it only gave him amusement. "D'ye make 'em move o' somethin?" He tried not to laugh, as stupid as his last question sounded. He was serious in his cluelessness.

"Fook, ye." Alec nodded, looking mildly disappointed in how little Marshall had helped, though he couldn't blame him. Instead, he merely rolled onto his back again and enjoyed his little soak. He'd never owned a fish himself, so he didn't even have a reference to think back to on how gills worked. It was a such a trivial feature and it was ironic how much it affected him now. "Ah well, s'no' like a' don' 'ave a mouth t'breathe wi' anehways."

Alec let the silence of the jungle settle between the two as he enjoyed a lazy roll in the water, much like a basking crocodile or sea otter. "Gaius?" He pronounced awkwardly, figuring there maybe be more newcomers than he'd expected. "A frien' o' yehs?" Funny. Why hadn't he heard the helicopter come in?

Alec's eyes trailed down to Marshall's outstretched hand, hearing the friendly offer. Even though he knew the news of his punishment had most likely evaded the ears of the few newcomers, he still felt the aching pain. He didn't want him to leave him there, alone. He'd had enough with the sick game. He wanted to go home.

As the sharkboy's grey eyes began to sting he quickly dunked his head into the cool water, resurfacing in much the same area as before. "Neh." He spoke with a smile, unable to formulate some fake excuse. "A'll catcheh lateh though?"

Alec nodded in acknowledgement and offered a wave. Despite his amusing outburst, he decided that he was a pretty nice guy, even if he was desperate for social interaction. Of course, his offer merely stirred a slew of upset and the boy watched him leave until he couldn't see his shadow amongst the foliage any longer.

Sid walked along the river's edge, keeping out of the water for the sake of his cane and his jeans. The fit of inspiration that had seized him earlier was gone, leaving him feeling restless. Even the painkillers couldn't quite snuff that out, though if he really wanted he could have put himself into one hell of a stupor. Instead, surprisingly, he fell back on using just enough to make his knee stop hurting and didn't even bother with the whiskey casher. Little flukes like that almost made him feel like a responsible adult.

As he walked he kept his eyes on the water, hoping to find a nice secluded place to wade in, a spot where he could roll up his pant legs without worrying about someone seeing the scars.

That idea was shot when he spotted someone up ahead. The gray skin threw him off, at least until he got a little closer. "Holy hell," he muttered to himself. And yet that didn't stop him from approaching- slowly, with no sudden movements.