Annabelle is beyond surprised by how he springs up, yanks off his shirt and takes off. But she responds immediately, racing him to the shore. Annabelle hates exercise, she hates running, but isn't awful at sprinting—her long limbs are a bit of help.

Once her ankles kick through the water as it simultaneously recedes away from the shore sand, she turns to look at Lauren, jogging backwards a little bit. She's a little winded, and she puts her hands on her knees, leaning forward a little as she laughs.