A crystal, she says. He's curious, but he doesn't attempt to peak. He assumes the question is rhetorical until she starts actually speaking to him.

"Oh. Heh. Okay." He lowers his hands down, blinking in that winter light. He looks at what she's fished up and his head tilts. "Looks pretty. Maybe it does something? I imagine the locals might know. Or if not, it's a very fancy paperweight. Can never have too many of those."