The spiky hair-feathers on Heather's neck stood up again as she felt something brush against her feet, which were seemingly hypersensitive to creepy-crawly sensations once they were hidden from view under murky waters, scaled though they were.

"No, I'm getting it-- ah!"

Baring her teeth, she leaned forward to plunge her enormous hands into the water, trying to grab for what was slithering past.