Nita immediately gets to work, holding the knife like she knows what to do with it, and slices the shark's belly open in a long cut only a little impeded by the presence of cybernetic legs. It makes a very unappetizing squelching noise.

At Wash's offer, she jerks her head to indicate a spot a little way down the beach, where there's a bundle of what looks like their standard-issue jacket and backpack sitting on a rock.

"There's a poncho in my pack. If you could grab that, it'll keep the meat from getting all sandy."

You know what's also over there? A hunting rifle.