Right, yeah. Their surroundings snap back into focus. The ferry is gone again but they're still on the docks where anyone could come by, new or old.

"Yeah, good— good plan. Uh. Maybe we haven't been gone long enough for them to empty our places?"

She finally, reluctantly, lets go entirely to pat herself down for keys. It's a walk into town, but there isn't anywhere much more private than inside, even with nosy neighbours. Unfortunately, no keys. Probably have to pick them back up from town hall. Ugh.

"Orrrr there might be a quiet spot on the beach. Fuck if I remember."