Rachel breaks the surface of the water behind her, sputtering and coughing. Missing that last breath of air she lost in her surprise and growling angrily as she starts to kick after Mel.

It's small, she can feel that. Barely had time to injure her at all.

But oh, if Mel is feeling ten times worse than this, Rachel hopes to never understand more than a tenth.

"How is it?" she calls, treading water with one leg and her arms, letting the other dangle.