"Man that's sick." Kind of cool, but morbid as hell. She's not shy about taking the knife when he offers it though, not hesitant about jamming the edge of the blade in under the layer of scales. She's clumsy at it - it isn't like skinning an animal - and digs a little bit into the bulk of the fish at first before she eases up on the angle of knife and adjusts her grip. It takes what feels like a longass time, but eventually she does work off most of the scales. Her hands feels slimy and tacky from it.

"Alright. Gross. Now what?"