Pyrrha reaches up and offers to take one or more of the jars. The sand is more cushion than rock, but they could still break. The hold looks too precarious for a real conversation. "I was getting ready to go in," Pyrrha answers. "I'm not in any rush." Enough of life is. Her time is hers.

She considers the girl and the jars. "What are you aiming to fill the jars with?" she asks. Not just one, multiple. If the girl knows about the ships, there are any number of better options to transport the finds than jars. Especially jars without a sack or net or other aid. No, it doesn't look like something to bring down to the ship.