[ She won't be the idiot. At least, Robby doesn't think. The idiot is the one who approaches people not knowing what to say, or being unable to say it. To own up to it, what happened, the truth. He doesn't say that now, knowing he's hiding behind her figurative skirts with this, but he'll take that place this one time. Just so he doesn't coward out of it entirely. ]

Some nets could work. [ Maybe her art? He doesn't know, but he wouldn't stop her. Nets though, that's something he can do. Wonders as well-- ] Those crazy crabs still around? The other guy-- I think he had a family. I mean... crab meat doesn't bring a husband back...

[ But it's something, right? He hopes, and he wonders if the limping man had a family too, despite seeming such a loner even amongst peers.

It's a shrug in his voice, an idea. ]