"That would be a wise course of action," Data agrees, with a nod. "It is imperative that we find a dry set of clothes for you to wear, because of the low temperature of the water..." Data, she may notice, is actually rather warm.

There is a slight smile playing on his lips as his voice trails off; he is relieved that she seems to be okay, that she is talking again. But he wonders-- a little anxiously-- if there is anything else he can do for her.

"Are you certain you are all right?" he asks. He needs her reassurance before he will let her get up.