She pouts, and would lob something at him, but there doesn't appear to be anything in arm's reach that fits the criteria of 'throwable' and 'unlikely to actually hurt if it connected'. Pity.

"Yes, just... on a plate. I haven't the foggiest how they got them there." For all she knows there's fish farms with single-cell enclosures that are flash-frozen when the fish is big enough.