[A smile, faint, as he pulls off the jacket he was wearing, dogtags jingling at his neck.] I'll get it; after all, Jaws might be out there. I have more experience with him than you do.

[He looks at her, hands on his hips. As if he wasn't just nearly shot with an arrow. Because he's pretty much used to sudden fear or danger... it comes in and out, like a wave.]

Think you can remind me how to properly skin a fish?

[A sheepish shrug.]

I'm pretty shitty at it, personally.