[ At least she recovers quickly enough and seems friendly to boot.

As he's not looking to sear her fish right then and there, his hand pauses over his hip to forgo the lightsaber (just a habit) before reaching into his pocket for knife much more suited for scaling. ]

I'm much more suited for the posh city life myself, never really went out of my way to go into the wild and catch fish or the like. But can't say my father never taught me a thing or two.

[ He gestures towards the fish, if she's willing to part with it. ]