Benjamin took a moment to catch his breath. Cyril had caught up to him and made a sly remark. Oh no. He'd [i]clearly[/i] thought he would catch up to the kid running as fast as a bus with a bomb strapped to it. He'd really just wanted to avoid answering questions. He ignored Cyril for the most part but then another came up. Fionn, right? That's what Sonya had called him? [b]"I don't know. But we can see most of the beach, so someone in their undergarments or fiery hair can't possibly be easy to miss."[/b] He answered, running his free hand through his own hair. He paused a moment, in thought, and asked, [b]"What do you two think about this? This mess we're in? This is all incredulous, right? I'm not a loon?"[/b] He was trying to work through this all. Trying to make sense of it in his head; an unsuccessful task as of yet. Deciding he'd wait, Benjamin walked towards the water's edge and stopped a meter before, then promptly sat on his rump. Wouldn't you want to, too? After racing around, dousing and clearing debris from a fire? Through smoke no less? Then taking a flat sprint to the beach to avoid legal blame or questions. This was all a better workout than fencing had ever been for him. [i]What[/i] have [i]I gotten myself into?[/i]