Grouse Thicket You tried to be the robot king

While her nerves had been rubbed, slightly, the stranger at least heeded her warning and moved out of the water when she asked, mindful enough to stay far enough away from her as he did so even when he shook his pelt out. Still, she found it hard to believe he could be so calm and cool when faced with someone who was clearly not having the best day, and who was almost looking to take their anger out on him. She told herself to be a bit less hasty, and though part of her wanted to snarl at him and convince herself he was being snide- the tone of his voice inferred no such thing...His apology actually seemed somewhat real. 

She let out a breath, and told herself to chill out. This guy didn't mean to be an idiot. Plus, he was trying to redeem himself...And that was an alluring idea. "Well, the fish have all fucked off, thanks," She said, and caught herself being a bit sassy so she reminded herself to chill out. He wouldn't offer to help out if she kept being so snappy with him. She rolled her shoulders to try and relieve herself of some of the tension she felt. It was hard for her to be cool when she was hungry- but at least she knew herself well enough to accept that that was likely the only reason she was irritable. "And I don't want to wait however long it takes for them to come back, so I'm going to go upriver- if you're any good at actual fishing," She said, and finally managed to even out her tone. "I could use a few pointers."