Listening to Riptide's voice was soothing, in all honesty. There was just something about his French accent, the way he could speak so softly or raise his voice unknowingly when he got excited about things.

You lay there on his bunk, laying on your back with your head tilted to look up at him, while he sits on the edge of the mattress. He's been ranting about marine life for hours. He couldn't help it, it was something he had extensive knowledge of after his training to become a diving specialist.

When he's done speaking, he must realise now that he's been droning on for a few hours. If you could see his expression you'd be able to tell he felt sheepish.

He mutters a small, "I got carried away. Sorry," before adding, "bet you were getting bored quick."