The question startled Ryan as much as her appearance at the door had, his brow raising as he glanced away. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I'm - I'm fine." He stood there a moment more before he pulled away. Until her clothes dried, she would need something else to wear, and turning away afforded him a moment to try and regain his composure. He needed that. He hadn't meant to let it show, but the whole thing had shaken him more than he would have expected. It didn't hurt, either, that it allowed him to turn his back to her as he added, "Marissa arrived. Last night. Out on the beach."

He'd been digging through his own clothes as he said it, trying to find something for her, but he stopped then. "You can - if you want, I might have something you can borrow." He didn't turn yet, though, hands resting on his duffel bag where he still kept his things.