[She was sticking with him at first tentatively but that he explains things and seems in the same situation at her helps enough, and the prospect of food even more so. He says people are nice and Emma can't help scoffing it off, though, huddled down while they look on at someone's catch of the day, ready to be theirs. It's not a reaction meant towards him so much as towards others more than anything -- she likes Porthos.]
Yeah, right. Everywhere I've ever been in it's the same thing.
[Otherwise they wouldn't need to be sneaking around this way. Maybe that much is habit too though, the best way they know how to get by. She leans in a bit more to whisper, because talking the stealing part is obviously stuff to keep on the down low, haha....] Hey, you think we'll be able to grab it right as it's cooked? What's with all the fish, anyway...?