Of course he’s talking. Shura expects nothing less from him at this point. She’ll let him go on, occasionally making a noncommittal hum as she half-listens to him.

“Who knows,” she’ll finally say in reply, reaching over to brush some of the sand off the corner of a crate. Shishi leans in to try a sniff, but Shura catches him in a headlock before he can get in the way. “When the water was first receding, it looked like just cargo, maybe a few lost items along the way. But I doubt the guys who caused it would be carrying too much on a boat. That would have been a risk for them.”

She isn’t much help with just one hand brushing at the dirt, but she can move in after Strange to help clear out the little bits.