[Sif is stripped down to what amounts to scraps of fabric -- a thick strap of cloth tied around her chest, and a short skirt, with her hair caught back in a braid. There's no need for armor on this island, as has been made clear to her, and it's been hot and uncomfortable over the last two days, and her clothes are not in the best of shape by now, so she washed them and left them to dry. But some people are lucky, and rather than burn in the sun, she's developing a lovely glowing tan. She looks like the cover of a brochure instead of a stranded kidnap victim.]

[She mostly lounges on the beach, watching the action and taking a break from her own endeavors. When she goes into the water, she will snatch up fish. She knows what she's doing.]