[Hey, she's had worse introductions. She doesn't know his name but she'll still go ahead and rub at his back like it's going to help the situation.]

How 'bout we figure out where you left your pants, huh? You're gonna start to chafe if you just keep letting it all hang out. And that balmy ocean air? Not very forgiving to bare asses. Trust me when I say yikes.

[And since she's already basically held his hair back while he pukes, she guesses they're like friends now. That means they're on a first name basis, obviously.]

The name's Harley, by the way.