If they were stuck here, there had to be a better way. Fishing, for example, could take hours before they caught something, if anything at all. She wondered if the fish would fry or melt if she simply blasted them out of the water. Face fixed in a thoughtful scowl about lunch, she hadn't come to until she heard Wanda's voice, and with a nod held onto the top and flew up, hovering over it. "Looks like we're missing a pole," she pointed out, looking over at the wide-eyed guide. Jessica fixed him with an expectant stare. "Hi. Do you have a spare or not?" she asked impatiently.