[Yes, he knows the type; she bubbles over him like one of the fish she's so fond of. The enthusiasm as good as blows his hair back around his face.] I thought you seemed like a country girl.

I entered, yes. I'm still looking for a way to support myself, and this seemed to have potential. How hard could it be, I told myself. Then there are people who've been doing this all their life—are you participating?

[It grates, that she feels sorry for him even a little; it makes his injuries ache all over again. His face doesn't flicker from its rather downbeat demeanour.

Then again, maybe she could be persuaded to catch him a fish..? Stupid idea, he'd be caught at once—but also tempting.]