"I dunno... I mean, maybe? I've never seen it before." Tracking the object's little movements as he talks. He's looking up to Sol's face a moment later, smiling, closed-lipped, a little mousy overall. What Fish himself can sense about people, he takes from the way they smell—and the strength of their heartbeats, when he tries—and if Sol exudes anything more he is unaware of it.

"Can I see it?"

Fish smells mostly like cigarettes, for the record, and his heart only just keeps his blood from settling.