Anna feels herself flushing despite how cold she is. "Um, excuse me?" She laughs, the sound ringing nervous off the too-close ceiling. "No way!" Good lord, Dave, way to give a girl a heart attack.

"But take this stupid life vest so I can rip off the bottom half, at least." There. Easy subject change, not gonna think about that awkward moment they just had. Anna gives up on making him take it and just shoves it over his head. He can handle getting it the rest of the way on. She searches for something sharp enough to rip through the heavy fabric of her gown, and settles on a piece of debris floating past, a jagged piece of wood, and sets about stabbing it through the fabric enough times to give her a place to start ripping.