Instead of going back up the stairs, she takes another step down. The ocean did not ruin her dress, but this will, not that it matters, at the moment. She's now knee-deep in whatever this is.

Morgana grabs a hold what she can reach -- in this case, his left arm. It takes a lot of her strength to keep the grip.

"I have you. Where is your -- sonic?" It will always be a might-be-a-screwdriver to her.