[ Hank looks over to see the slip of a girl in that paper thin gown and his hands instinctively go to his shoulders to shrug off his jacket. Only to remember last minute he was in the same, awkwardly dressed boat as she was. As he stares he was trying to put sense to the feeling of deja vu he was experiencing.

Beside him, Sumo is a much more gracious to new company. Forgoing the introductory hand sniff and immediately nosing the girl's hand for pets. ]

Heh. You're a real ladies man, Sumo.

[ Then it starts to click, because he knows he knows this girl. ]

I know we just got dropped into the weirdest situation of both our lives, but have we met?