"Sometimes. My mum knew some people who got eaten."

"Should figure out what Orcas are scared of and have that. Do guns work underwater? ... Probably not. Bet I could make one that does."

"I asked that once, apparently bullets don't work properly."

"If the water's like a bullet hitting a wall constantly, yeah. Tesla coil? No, you'd just shock yourself. If bullets don't work maybe bombs. I don't know that much about weapons though."

A woman drops down from the sky behind Walta. 

...Who is still pondering the benefits and drawbacks of various weapons. You can get used to anything; Just Another Person With Powers. 

"I don't believe I remember you from the school."

"-Right! I'm supposed to be mad because appearing-guy randomly appeared me out of the middle of a workshop!"

"Pardon?"

"I was working on a thing, and boom I'm suddenly here, don't know the name of who did it but he ran off somewhere."

She looks at her. "Where do you think you are?"

"I dunno, beach? Someone said it's actually a century later now? I don't really have 'panic' in me anymore after the first couple minutes of it. Wouldn't help anyway."

"Hmm. Where are you from?"

"Berlin 1917."

"Does the term Huxley's virus mean anything to you?"

"Unless it refers to a disease spread through flying jellyfish monsters, no."

She sighs. "Would you prefer some privacy?"

"All this won't be better or worse with privacy unless there's another mind reader around."

"Okay, how much do you know?"

"Superpowers apparently?"

"Yes. Anything else?"

"It's supposedly 2020. Merfolk are an actual honest to god thing. Nobody seems to have heard of Darwinist beasties? Something about stress and the virus."

"I will admit, this is something of a new situation for me. Do you have any particular questions?"

"Can you send me home, preferably with shiny tech, if not can you put me in a making-things school 'cause that's what I'm mostly good at, I'm already mechanic."

"...I'm not sure I can answer either of those questions right now."