Saxsice is aimlessly flinging stones into the water, brow furrowed, looking very serious and solemn as she does so. It'd be easy to think she's thinking deep thoughts, but once he gets close enough he can likely hear her muttering: "Take that, stupid fish..."

She hears his approach, turning and offering a brilliant, crooked smile. She's still barefoot, wearing the arrival robe, though her bag of things from home is hanging off one shoulder. "Hey, comicon guy!"