Verdant Basin That's very Frankenstein-ian of you.

The older woman left her alone. Sanja ate quickly. She cut the meat from the fish and slurped up whatever leaked from its belly so quick that she ended up gagging on a patch of scales that she'd forgotten to pull free earlier.
That wasn't the greatest moment. Not impressive in the slightest. But, Sanja spat out the wad of skin and scales. She no longer had an appetite and the rest of the fish sat before her, half eaten.
Kona, hér-- fiskur. Fiskur? Já?
Treading carefully over the remains of the fish and the ream of skin she'd partially vomited in to the dirt, Sanja moved along so that there was ample distance between them.