Martin grimaces a little as they walk, feeling like he's lumbering a bit. It's mainly from the sensation of the sand and the salt rubbing inside his clothes. And the heat. If he'd have had his backpack here, at least he could have changed. It's also too warm here, even if that's probably better overall.

"Oh! I've never been to New York. What's that like?" He asks it with an earnest interest. He'll keep his eyes out for any signs of other life... and potentially some actual fresh water, but he can lend an ear. Might as well be polite.