47 stood still and watched as she walked determinedly into the water. He hesitated for the longest moment imaginable, torn between his usual apathy and keeping up appearances. The current hadn't been too strong while he was out there but that could easily change if the tides shifted, and not knowing the world or area well enough he couldn't predict that as he normally would.

The assassin turned back towards the water. He didn't move for now but kept an eye on the little girl from the beach. He decided to gauge how awful she was at it naturally before intervening or not.