Should she have taken a bit more time for considering what to do about the freaky fish monster? Probably? "Why would I have done that, for all we know once it had legs it was going to start trying to eat me. I didn't want to get swallowed up by a giant walking fish, Chuck!" she exclaimed. He was always Chuck, in moments where her temper bubbled up. She wasn't quite sure why, but it seemed to slide of her tongue with the most ease when she was having a fury induced moment. Or maybe it was just when she was being a bit brash? Regardless, she kept moving towards him, watching with quite a bit of foreknowledge as he backed himself down the pier. She wasn't really chasing him so his movements seemed almost comical. Still she wouldn't stop moving forward. Her one hand remained extended less she lose the threat of touching him.
"Brash is the mark for the day, Chuck... also I don't know what a fishbie is but I am definitely not going to be one alone!" there was a declaration, childish as it was. Charles always seemed to have some rather strange things to say. Right now he was claiming they could probably save her from the ick, they could try. "I don't know, try isn't good enough," she claimed as she kept moving forward, would he fall into the water first or convince her to stop progressing. Only time would tell. Whatever the case, a swim was in their order of business for the day, and they still had to prepare the fish for roasting over their fire. Perhaps a cooling dip would bring Charles to his senses as she finished off her beer.