She turns back to the sea. Her shoulder bumps his softly, and she leaves it there. It's comfortable to be sitting shoulder to shoulder with another wolf. Almost like home. "You know all those dusty historical tomes, that sit on the shelves and only get touched if someone has a report? I'm the person curled up in the corner with them, reading them for fun." Brigid is well aware how some people see her reading habits. She doesn't really care either.

She shrugs. "The help would be welcome. I'm not much of a hunter. The most I've done is stalk the ever impressive package of ground beef at the butcher's." Brigid is so not a hunter. But, she also grew up in Boston. Fishing is easy for her.