If there's some sort of swimsuit competition happening on the island, Kyle sure isn't winning it. His body type can kindly be described as 'lamppost.'

He looks over at Liara and grins. "Totally," he assures her. "And I mean, whatever, even if you didn't? There's way weirder shit on these islands so far than a magic redhead." He gestures at the ocean... which could also look like the sky, depending on the Traveler's perception. Either way it's swimmable. "I almost never get to go swimming somewhere that isn't a pool back home."