[Sinclair wasn't the type to rescue damsels in distress, especially those who interrupt his nap at the bottom of the lake. But the poor lady was pretty much kicking and screaming herself into an early grave. So with the reluctance of a man who needs at least three cups of coffee before starting his day, he swam up to the flailing woman and dragged her to the shore]

For a new arrival, yer sure a damn noisy one.

[He's pretty sure his lionfish traits and spines are terrifying and maybe some words of comfort would be nice, but it was a rare nap from the horrors of humans and the hunger.]

Better?