Reaching the edge of the cliff, where below the relative narrowness of the chasm offered a certain relief from the crashing waves that fish seemed to like, Luke turned to face her. The first day, he had used this to goad and dissuade her. Now that motive had fallen away, replaced by... Well he was no longer sure, but there was nothing to do but attempt to go about his business. With, it seemed, a precocious woman-child in tow.

"No," he said. "I didn't." Which probably explained his method now, authorized by literally no fisherman ever. He grasped the end of his pole/spear and thrust it at Rey.