[Lethe looks about as thrilled as Cloud at the interruption; but it can't be helped now. It's her own rotten luck to have crashed along this beach.]

My ferry was going too quickly to land on this beach. It was nearly upset, and water spilled out.

[She doesn't specify just why it's so dire that the water spilled, but her face as she stares at the receding waves says plenty about the impossibility of finding... water in water.]

Where is this place, and who are you? [She gives him half her attention, the other half still being carried out to sea.]