[She's gonna formulate some sort of response about some plan to get her wet, but she looks up and sees Yasha dripping, her clothes clinging to her waist and chest, and decides she cannot go down that road for fear of just dropping dead. Beau blinks a few times, reaching up to smooth back the pieces of her hair that have fallen out of the undercut and get them out of her eyes.]

Uh-- yeah. Yeah, we sure figured that one out. Maybe we can... take some water, or whatever? If we run into 'em again.

[Or they could just stay here in the river that's also okay. Beau doesn't mind getting wet when it's wet like this.]