[Faith gives the fishing pole a sidelong glance, her mouth twisting into an amused half-smile.]
What, like with the floppy hat and a cooler full of Miller Light? Not really my speed.
[Although, pause.]
You think there's actually any fish?
[Because she'd be more comfortable with eating fish than with eating probably-formerly-human monsters... and she might have an idea that's more her style.]
Gone Fishing!
What, like with the floppy hat and a cooler full of Miller Light? Not really my speed.
[Although, pause.]
You think there's actually any fish?
[Because she'd be more comfortable with eating fish than with eating probably-formerly-human monsters... and she might have an idea that's more her style.]