Lilika watched the waters. Her spear harpooning in twice. Spearing two fish who she quickly thanked for giving their lives for her and her tribes nourishment. Then into the basket strapped to her back they went. She watched the waters once more. She listened as he talked to her. She knew that tale. She smiled a bit as he talked. Such a strange answer for one to give about why they were so far from civilization. It wasn't the truth but it didn't come off as a lie either. Which had her wondering about that. Looking at him and giggled a bit. "Well good luck at catching the mean old pike." She says softly. "Many have tried but many have failed." She listened to him laughing and was rather puzzled by his laugh. She went back to looking for fish. Her gaze however shot to him and she missed the big one she had been eyeing. She stared at him in shock, confusion, and puzzlement. "How do you know my name? I am getting dinner for me and the tribe." She says with truth. She had been raised not to lie for you never know what form a spirit would take. Fish was a good example of that. "Who exactly are you?"