["Okay" is a pretty damn loose term here. He's definitely not going to hold a snappy reply against her, and he gives an awkward smile, looking down at his torn t-shirt and badly scraped arms and hands.]

Half-drowned, but just some scratches. I'm more worried about getting off this beach, getting safe, and getting dry. Something feels really wrong here.

[He frowns deeply, dark blue gaze scanning the treeline and the flickers of lights in the distance. No birds. He should be hearing birds or frogs or something out here and there's nothing.]

I figured the other lost-looking person would be a good place to start.