[Fish. Capable shakes her head, still tracking those grey shadow shapes that dart beneath the surface. Secret paths, like handwriting looped upside-down on a silver smooth mirror. Not knowing these fish doesn't make her feel stupid. Can't feel stupid for not knowing.]

Nah. There was water, but nothin' living in it. Maybe there used to be. Weren't many that had water, full stop. Wasn't like this, ya know? All jungle green.

[He's looking at her, she realizes then. A curious kind of looking. That's a kind that is okay. She lifts her head and looks back, across the stream, finds his eyes with hers.]

Capable. [Name.] I'm Capable. This green place isn't yours either, is it? But you still know fish. What's it you're called, where you're from?