You haven't seen this man here before, his back is to you, and he's standing with his fishing rod in the one place he won't catch anything. Your eyes stay on him for a minute or so, watching him eye the water and catch absolutely nothing before your voice rings out, a tinge of humour in it: "You won't catch anything like that." He whips around quickly to look at you, and his eyes flick over you from head to toe just briefly before he meets your gaze and pauses. "You think you can do better?"