Hmm.. A good book'd take me fancy.
But first I suppose there is some getting wet involved in this ethics, and I'm not going to get my book wet. So... Slowly put the book aside, and then slowly untie my shoes.. Slowly undress.. Check where the drowning bugger are.. Can't see em anymore. Hell; they must've gotten away. Aw, well. Back to me readin.'

Nah, I'd save em. Because they're people. And I suppose the aren't waving signs about that tell us of their occupation, in any case.