[Raph's look calls shenanigans.]

Whatever. You go ahead and be a stick in the mud on the beach. I got this whole new novel experience of swimming without having to worry about being found and hear 'ah it's Swamp Thing' or some other shit.

[A casual--and flippant--salute, and he lets Reilly has his light back. He's got swimmin' to do (and clothes to ditch somewhere.)]