He takes his glasses with a tight smile before standing up. "Thanks, Ms. Shaw. Or-or just Shaw?" Is that a first name? He doesn't think it is, but maybe? "Okay. Right." He gets a better look at their surroundings as he does his best to rub the sand and salt crust off his clothes and skin. He still feels damp, which is incredibly unpleasant. And thirsty. Which is more concerning.

At least the apocalypse had come without the need for food or water. "How are you doing on... everything? We should probably try to walk along the tree line up there." He points up the beach. "Stay in the shade. I haven't got any water on me."