{Searching - such limited searching as she can do - is pretty fruitless. The only rope she can find is the length still wrapped around her waist, and that's no help. Though it might be long enough to lash fraying bits of wreckage together.
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Hold on. Whatever you do, don't fall in while I'm gone. [Swimming off to that other piece of floating unidentifiable trash she can see; it's not too far away. It might do the job.]
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Hold on. Whatever you do, don't fall in while I'm gone. [Swimming off to that other piece of floating unidentifiable trash she can see; it's not too far away. It might do the job.]