Anna had fixed the man with an intense glare, her expression one of mingled outrage and curiosity, an interesting mix. Despite her bedraggled appearance her natural beauty had apparently besotted the man, something the Water Wraith found confusing. On the one hand the woman’s mind retained some semblance of its life behind the wall of emotion, and understood the situation. However, the spirit that had possessed her had no real understanding of humans, hence the mixed feelings of anger and curiosity. 

That being said, the man wasn’t doing himself any favours.

As he stood, the tendril of water lurking low on his left side suddenly made its presence known as Anna once again concentrated on the man. She lashed her right hand across her body aggressively and the tendril leapt to her command, driving up and across to likely sweep into the man’s left hip, the end of the tendril shooting a good five feet behind him to make simply backing up an unlikely prospect. The force of her strike could easily send him sprawling into the sand again, bruised and battered by the seemingly rock-hard liquid. It was as if she attempted to slap the man aside with a brushing of her hand, and to some extent that was just what she did.