"No, probably not," they agree, their eyes still on the surface of the waves as they come rolling in towards the shoreline. Whatever fear Antarcticite has felt towards the sea in the past, it has never been substantial enough to shake them like this--but then again, there was no semi-sentient but unseeable force at work on Earth that seemed to seize control of their body and force them to do things that they would never consider otherwise.

Recalling their condition, they look down at their bare, crystalline legs in embarrassment, tightening their grip on their towel. "I haven't seen anything at all like the powder flower berries we used at home," they admit, "I'm not sure how to..."

(Evidently, the thought of simply going about as they are, without any powder, has not occurred to them.)