Alex has just enough social tact not to laugh- mostly because the sudden change in wardrobe and what looks like a safety hazard for the other man seems much more pressing than any comedy that a mermaid costume, shell bra and all, might present.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Taking a simple knife from the tool shed had been one of the first things he'd done upon getting here. It was clearly designed more as a tool than a weapon, but it would make do for either.

Right now, it just needs to slice some fabric- neoprene, by the looks of it, and he's sharpened it enough he has no doubts about its ability to do so. He flips it around in his hand with practiced ease, offering the hilt to Cael as he holds it by the tip of the blade.

"I'm not sure if I should be relieved or insulted that no one saw fit to re-dress me."