[Hank gives a shaky, relieved little laugh as he lets go of her and scoots away, putting maybe another foot between himself and the lakeside. Who cares if the motion gets a little more mud on his butt, there's probably mud all over him anyway.]

Hey, I'm not the one who started it.

[On purpose.]

Hey, I know you. [Took him a second, but it's a lot easier to remember people when he's not so focused on trying not to die.] And here I thought it was just some random stranger running up and calling me ugly.