She had found the beach herself, unaware he was under the waves as she settled herself at the water's edge. Her typical long clothes were replaced with a swimsuit from the replicator, and the tattoos usually hidden by her clothes were visible. Reeds and grasses marked her legs, along with some scarring from doctoring in a pre-tech world. Her arms were marked with sunbursts, and on her stomach, between the parts of her two-piece suit were the moon and stars. Every marking had a meaning, had a point to her people, was a way of identifying herself. She had seen tattoos that were fare more intricate than hers, among minotaurs, but few among humans.

She had a pack off to one side, well away from the water's edge. She herself was doing her exercises moving in and out of the wet sand, working through forms of a fighting style long dead before the Federation was born.