[Oddly enough, the staff at the Hot Springs had merely given Namur a quizzical look, like people give when they're trying to decide if you're someone they know or not, but let him in without fuss or trouble. He's been hanging out in some of the deeper springs, gulping gillfuls of warm mineral water. He can tell it's got some kind of mineral in it his body needs, because it tastes a hell of a lot better than water that ain't the ocean has any right to taste. So he winds up with his arms propped against the seat along the side, his head resting mostly submerged on top of his arms, so only the top of his head and his fin poke out of the water, rocking gently from side to side.

He senses Logan slip into the spring and languidly rises up enough to talk without difficulty.]

Hell of a journey, huh? Sheheh! Glad we wound up somewhere like this for a change. 'S nice like Serenes without the shitty plants tryin' t' murder me, sheheheheheh!