And as you enjoy pointing out, you've got about eight inches on me, so I'd be pretty useless as a lifeguard if you fell in.

[ She might be exaggerating the eight inches thing, but not by much. With a sigh, Ryder pulls up her omni-tool and pokes at it. It's not disabled, it just can't connect her to anything. And SAM's absence is still a sick pit in her stomach, no matter her brash words. ]