It had taken considerable effort on Sam's part to stop thinking of him as 'The Underwear Model with the Ginger Girlfriend.' And she still had a tendency to call him 'Finnicky' in her head. But Sam had come to respect Finnick. At least as much as Sam was capable of respect. He'd been pretty patient with her in the beginning, especially in her initial frustration. Sam was terribly used to always being the best student in the class. Failing was hard, as Danny had predicted. But she got better. In no small part thanks to Finnick.

She glanced up at his comment and made an awkward shrug, one shoulder bunching up her synthetic girls. "Work in progress."

Which was about the highest compliment she was willing to give her fishing skills, at this point.

"At least I haven't stabbed myself in the foot lately," she added, with a dry and wry smile.