Facing the sea breeze, Lingna bounded ahead with youthful energy. Just like the first time they met, she carried a large bag on her back; unlike that first crude, dark bag, however, this one was transparent. Fisher could not see what was inside.
At this moment, reassessing the young girl before him, Fisher noticed that her previously visible crab appendages had vanished without a trace. She now resembled an endearing, delicate human little girl, with soft little hands and feet, wearing a peculiar garment of unknown fabric.
"Where have your crab shell and pincers gone?"
As they walked to the beach below Parker Park, it was now dawn, and apart from the night breeze, there were no other visitors there, allowing Fisher to ask.
Lingna pulled out the oddly-shaped sea snail she had before, took a sip of its fluid, and thus they could communicate normally.