[He digs into his pocket for his switchblade. Not exactly sashimi knife caliber here, but it'll do; he's lucky he even has it, since it had taken some convincing from Tanaka to get him anywhere near a knife. And now here he is stuck in the jungle and it's incredibly useful and he still feels weird about it, but hey, he's prepared!

He doesn't flip it open yet, though, just holding the handle as he bends down to take a look at her handiwork. Whoa. That had been pretty badass. Gross, but badass. It's embarrassing to be labeled a plant hunter, but he wouldn't ever have figured out how to do that himself.]

Actually people eat raw fish in Japan all the time, but it ain't really my favorite thing. I'm more a shrimp sushi kinda guy! And I never really thought about how you turn this--

[He gestures at the fish.]

--into some lump of pink squishy stuff on rice . . .

[And he holds out the knife. Sure. Go for it.]

You just push the button and the blade comes out.