Cerulean Cape In Nobody's Eyes, but Mine

“A stranger down the coast.” As she was to him, currently. She added that the encounter had happened awhile ago; she must’ve had much time to practice her skills.

I see. He responded, gazing at the woman as she began to chew on the small crustacean. She didn’t seem overly possessive of her quarry, but he still chose not to join in. She had done all the work anyway, and the meal was too small for sharing. Tahoe wouldn’t accept handouts unless forced to. Instead, he wanted to master the strategy of crab hunting. The man turned away, stepping toward the edge of the puddle in which they had initially located the crab. He peered into the cloudy water for a moment, a question coming to mind, then looked back to her.

Where’d these things like ta’ hide then?