Trip up looked from where he was toweling himself off, quickly running a hand through his hair to make it slightly more presentable out of habit.

He'd vaguely met the odd Russian man who seemed to be from the same world as Sergievsky, or at least that was the gist he'd gotten, before he started seeing the man everywhere. If Trip had been more suspicious, he would have sworn the man was stalking him, but he figured that was just Malcolm rubbing off on him.

"You could say that, Mr. Molokov. Though I gotta say, with this island's weather, almost everyday is a good day fer a swim."