Rolling his optics dramatically, Sentinel hauls himself up. Shut up, asshole goes unspoken. He's already close to his 100 word a day limit.

He clomps maybe two or three wide steps away, then drops down again, water coming up to his chest. Luckily, he manages to hide the shiver and the regret of sitting in freezing water.

"Sorry," he says, sarcasm almost palpable. "Must've been hit on the head one too many times."