Joel purses his lips. Shrugs. Hell if he knows. Fingers like his couldn't tug out pinbones this tiny if there was a shotgun pressed to his forehead. Ellie on the other hand-- yeah, she might have a chance.

"You wanna give it a shot, be my guest. Should be lining the edge of the filet - see if you can't dig in there with your hands, otherwise we'll be choking on 'em later."