Dakota offered a pleasant-like smile to the woman, when Mandie returned his greeting, after she stood and twisted her head around toward his immediate direction. An exchange of pleasantries was always a good way to start random encounters off in his opinion. At least the blond didn't seem offended by his unexpected presence, or seemed to display any real signs of fear or worry. After all, he wasn't there to take anything that might be hers, or actually bring any physical harm upon her person.
"I don't think fishing is as easy as some people make it appear to be." Dakota offered then. Not that he had much actual experience using a line and pole, he cooked fish better then he might in any attempt made at fishing. "Name's Dakota." Dakota went about then, introducing himself to the young woman. While he had been clustered in with the survivors of the crash of Delta Flight 1388, Dakota didn't know the names of a good majority of the surviving passengers.