Anne glances at Saoirse, recognizing a bit of that sadness she's seen in the girl before. She catches the little smile as well, and follows her gaze out to the water, the little shapes that might've been easy to miss otherwise. Been a long time since she's seen a seal, and she knows these ones are different. The cold water sort.

"Friends of yours?" she asks, not sure if she's joking or not, smiling gently either way.