He continues to stare for nearly a minute. Fuck. H₂0. Dihydrogen monoxide. Liquified ice? Frowning and gritting his teeth, he rubs the side of his head with his right hand, perhaps drawing attention to the shitty tattoo and even shittier JPEG artifacts etched into his shoulder.

It's only then that he notices there's actually someone in the pool. Oh. Shit. Did he just momentarily lose his cool? In front of Dave? Again? Dirk schools his expression back into a blank stare. "Hey."