Some part of Mina--the scientist, she supposed--was utterly baffled by the physics and geometry presented to her at the moment. She didn't quite know, having never been quite so bold, how it would all work. But, as she found herself kissing him back, she supposed that there was some sort of primal instinct that knew all the answers.

Kissing was a baffling notion, on the surface. How did two people manage to make their noses fit? She didn't know. Instinct.

It was all about instincts.

Of course, Mina's instincts were a bit rougher than most. She dug her fingers into the back of his shoulder, pulling him closer. The spray of the water went at wild angles around them.