Mick nods, following the really weird, really utterly corpse-like guy onto somewhat drier land. Old age and insanity often go hand in hand in his experience. Not that he has a clue, dear goodness, Kain

"...thanks. I think."

He drags himself up onto the glistening rocks, which are covered in moss-like plantlife here and there. His skin sloshes almost as wetly as fabric, if he were wearing anything aside a pair of bathing trunks.