Looking up, Cas didn't recognize her, but he also didn't suspect any malicious intent. Considering the way she spoke, she sounded like another hunter or another warrior, at least. That..was permissible, if she were intent upon offering any assistance. He wasn't about to deny practicality.
"Yes," he replied, turning his attention back to the stick. "Preferably, I would prefer iron, but...it does not seem we'll have any access to that for some time."
They would have to use what they could make due with. Which for him, was already difficult since his vessel already required a cigarette and that did nothing to help his mood. The lack of his lighter was also a nuisance at best. It had become as much a part of him as his blade always had been.
Shaking his head at her request, he shook his head. "These are primarily for defense until I can find something better. As for fish, I've done this before. This is not my first island. In fact, it's painfully similar to the last one I was trapped on."
The cruise liner had had its habitual scuttlings bi-monthly, it had seemed. And each time had left him more frustrated than the last. "You are also a warrior?"
He only asked because he was curious. Not because he truly wished for conversation.