It's all pinwheels and churning limbs as two overly large men find themselves crashing back into the chilly water they'd only just exited. Weirdly enough, Sam's only thought is how the water feelings welcoming in contrast to the bitter edge the wind creates against his damp skin. He wouldn't have expected that before getting thrown right back in.

Resurfacing, he sputters some water from his mouth and pushes his hair out of his eyes, shoving it back from his forehead as he treads water and sights around for the other man. Christ, it wouldn't look very good to nearly drown a guy at his first party in this neck of the woods. Thankfully, Wrench is surfaced nearby, no worse for wear from what Sam can tell.

"I didn't mean to take you with me," he says, teeth chattering. His body is white with the cold, all the blood make a speedy retreat towards his center mass. He wouldn't want to do this for a long period of time, but for short bursts, he's heard there are some significant physical benefits. Of course, he's thinking nothing of that as he gestures them both back to shore where he hopes to make better apologies.