Kiley didn't really care what they did, or how they did it. But they had limited time, and now she was eager to get on with it. She started rolling up her jeans, though she didn't really care if they got wet. It wasn't the most comfortable feeling, but she doubted they would get through this day without getting wet. "Let's just get the fish if we can and get the wheel started again. You'd like to think no one would complain about it, but... someone will complain."
Seeing the fish now, Tobias frowned and felt his stomach flipflop uncomfortably. He hadn't been fishing in a really long time, and now he was realizing they would probably have to touch the fish to put them in the coolers right? And they would be alive still, gasping for air. It was ridiculous to think of Simms in that moment, blood gushing from his throat as he struggled to pull oxygen in, but the memory surfaced quickly and Tobias gripped the net in his hands, trying to keep the panic off of his face. He wasn't going to be able to do this. Probably. Maybe if he convinced Chase to give him the fishing pole, he could just sit nearby and "fish" and even if he didn't catch anything, they couldn't say he didn't try.
So he walked to Chase, focused on breathing and not throwing up somewhere. "So... you'll probably do better with the net, right? I can use the fishing pole, if you want."