She's sitting at the dentist's.
The jellyfish and nurse sharks float around, full of neurotoxins and teeth. She watches them anxiously, as nothing else happens. The room is empty besides her and the ocean life.
When will the door open? Thank God she applied spray deodorant. Her nervousness was palpable.
An otter wanders in, giving her a dirty look
" Feh, humans," it mutters under its breath, and grabs the swimsuit edition of Sports Illustrated off of the coral shelf. The creature sits on the other side of the room and opens the magazine, studying it studiously. The women in the magazine, of course, were human. But she didn't say anything.
The nurse shark opens the seashell door and burbles out a name.