Whitewater Gorge This fish filet is heaven

The man sighed in return before asking what she needed help with. Zarya figured the man hated her but she couldn't blame him, she hated herself too. Realizing she didn't know anything about this wolf the coffee-stained woman thought that maybe he wasn't the best at fishing, much like her. Zarya's mind now set in stone she spoke, confident but not forceful. 

"Either that" She nodded towards the creek; fishing. "This" The lady turned slightly and nodded to her injuries, the disappointment still burned throughout her. Finally, she glanced at the ground before gazing back to the man's eyes: "Or point me in the direction of somebody who can." Zarya said with a shrug. If this man wouldn't help at least she could get directions on where certain people are, one being herself.