She does not seem to be in the mood for commiseration. She gives him a silent, brief glare and then turns her gaze back to the sea.

And if he follows her gaze, and she notices, she'll point to the rolling waves in front of them. That could be home. And yet, for all it is right in front of her, she is barred from it. Barred from living in this new sea by the human body she's stuck in.