Her gaze is locked out toward the bobbers on the end of their lines, predatory like a hawk waiting for some sign of a mouse - as if she could somehow will a fish to find its way to her hook. She does however tip her head slightly in Joel's direction, mouth going all lopsided as she frowns.

"If there's no bait, why bother? Do they just hook themselves for fun?" She tugs faintly at her line. You're supposed to do that, right? Just mess around with it until something comes along and gets curious?