"Well, you're very impressive." This time, Palamedes might actually be teasing. Some of the tension seems to have broken between them--or maybe they're both just too weary to take it out on the one lifeline they each have to the world they'd known.

Pal collects his socks and shoes where he's left them on the sand and follows after her. "51 hours. Barely any time at all, I suppose. Whereas you look like you've been here long enough to have gone native." He quirks a brow at her outfit.