[Connor is stuck in his pool tonight, with the full moons overhead. He's bored though, and kind of lonely. He's laying on the bottom of the pool when he sees a shape above, and he swims up to break the surface of the water, his unusual eyes squinting as he does. He still can't see above the water very well when the full moons are out. His unnaturally long, webbed fingers touch at the edge of the pool, claws tapping on the tiles.]

I can't see you very well. Who is it?