Water is seeping into his boots and he's wet up to at least one knee. He's just now noticing after the surprise of seeing her, though, and he pulls himself more onto dry land so he can start unlacing them.

"I'm... no, you may still say hello." Thought he still sounds not so much confused but as in the process of needing to adjust. Castellians, something that he knew of that breathed water, did not have tails. And the faint shape he could see below the water seemed as though it did have one.

"What are you?" The cagey bastard in him seems to have taken a backseat to plain, blunt curiosity.