A girl dissolves, and reforms, for her own reasons.
Can she also not walk. Ughhh. - Wait. Fuck. "You got a name, kid? Uh, that you can . . . convey?"
He didn't catch that but it wasn't Ariel, at least. "Cool. Uh, if you stay here, I'll? Go look for some paper?"
Cyllene investigates her towels (soft!!) and her toes (stubby!) and her hands (unwebbed! unclawed!) while she waits.
The guy who enters the bathing-room next is not the guy who left her!
". . . Hello, I didn't know we were expecting anyone new."
"Didn't quite catch that." He drapes his bathrobe over a nearby chair and wades down the bath's steps.
- Steps?? Oh, steps! Probably those will mean she can get back out easily enough if she goes watering again. She scoots over to a nearby chair and mirrors the draping with her towels and then slides in.
- Oh right yes Cyllene will go back and forth with him until he pronounces her name correctly.
"Fair enough. I'll ask someone later. Have you always not had a voice or did you lose it doing something cool?"
For a moment she's startled but then she discovers that this is approximately the best thing ever. Sure, she'll copy the sudsing up; she has a little trouble with the parts involving standing but does manage it.