For someone who often seems so calm, it's refreshing to see that energy turn up, palpable, pushing him past the image that Sookie's so solidly built already just from having known him from their few encounters. (Not that the encounters mean nothing, of course. Sookie can't remember the last time that she's bonded with someone that quickly— but at the same time, they were still limited in number.) That only serves to inspire Sookie in turn, her lips widening in a wide smile as she listens to all of it, nodding now and again.

"Gosh, I can't even imagine what it must be like to be so far below the water," she marvels, shaking her head. "Doesn't that like... give you a headache or something? It's so deep, I can't imagine that you wouldn't feel the pressure. I remember feeling the pressure just from when I was in the local pool. And wow, I had— I had no idea that you had all this stuff. The island always seems to figure out how to provide us with no end of hobbies to keep us busy."

On a worse day, she might've thought it part of some conspiracy theory, or a way to keep them all on the island. Today, though, she just views it as something to be glad for, through and through. Everyone should have this, she thinks. Something to occupy themselves with.