[At least he knows not to ask questions. She's far too proud to admit that she still doesn't really know how to work the camera properly—at least not properly enough that she wouldn't be a little embarrassed about it in front of anyone. So she just watches him, pocketing her phone once more, and strolls over to the mess.]

We'll send that to the MANTA headquarters so we can return and claim our prize.

[Nose wrinkling, she gives a wave of her hand and the wind starts to drag the mermaid...guts...off the deck of the ship.]

The boat's owner can take care of the rest. Let us hope he doesn't find out who we are.

[Otherwise, she can deal with him.]