Moana lifted her shoulders in a shrug. "I don't know. I don't think so. Maybe they will when the weather warms." She wondered if this girl really had that much trouble with traps. Moana thought of fish traps and wondered how Hawke would get stuck in one of those.

"Killing?" She didn't mean to sound worried but Moana grew up on a peaceful island. She hadn't been able to conceptualize someone killing a person on purpose.

"Um... there are a lot of people who need help." Moana really had no idea what to make of this woman. She felt bad for her but also a little wary of her.