"Huh." She slows the tug back of the line, gazing out across the water. "Shit, fish are dumb."

For a moment or two she settles, quiet as the boat sways gently in the water. Her technique is clumsy, but she's got a sharp eye; copying the gentle way Joel twitches his own fishin rod back isn't really rocket science anyway.

Then: "So how long does this usually take?"