Always willing to hear Hamsi out, even when she's being patently ridiculous. He doesn't count this as one of those times, even if half her tutu is still crinkled in on itself from her dive. So, he listens, and keeps an eye on every exaggerated gesture. "That's such... a you thing to say," he replies, with a faint, fond smile. "I usually don't think of rivers as having much choice. Just following the path of least resistance." He steers them away from a pair of freshmen who are decidedly not leaving any room for Jesus. "Do you think you're more a hero if you're the river or the one floating down it?"