[She doesn't want to do this. Not really. She hated the cold, hated the water--and she was about to get up close and personal with both of those things. She grits her teeth, rolling her shoulders. They didn't have much time.
The question is sudden when she asks it, her voice almost serene:]
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The question is sudden when she asks it, her voice almost serene:]
Would you call this place... exotic, Jack?