The wind is playing all too boisterously with Jet's mop of curly hair, but he doesn't seem to mind at all as it whips here and there and occasionally across his face. He does brush it back, though, to address Delmar when he's spoken to.

"Mm." A nod, the softness of the response almost swept away completely by the sea breeze but followed up with a gentle nod. "'M good. Like this. Never been to the sea."