Again he frowned when Insima turned the situation around concerning the "I'm lost here!" issue. Either she was lost herself, or she had no idea how to give directions, or something else. The only hints that indicated how impatient Sikke was getting were the twitching of his tails and the frowning of his face. Whether he did it consciously or not, Sikke had the habit of frowning deeply whenever he was wrong or upset, but he also frowns whenever he is thinking, be it about the situation he is in, or about something completely unrelated, and the latter was often the case at hand.
As he listened to Insima, however, he had to admit her logic... had some truth to it. Indeed, he knew where he was: Idalani Falls. Technically speaking, in theory, he was not lost. Albeit, he managed to find a way around this situation by spotting a specific word in her speech: detour. His own logic proceeded to link detour with direction, which progressively lead to orientation; and after putting some thought into it, orientation turned into disorientation. And that was the word he figured was the right word. "All right. Let us say I am not 'lost' per se. I know this is Idalani Falls, however; this is not the destination I had aimed for. I am, then, in theory, not lost but, rather, disoriented," he explained, finding his speech to have taken a fairly long time to reach its conclusion.
"So it is, indeed, fishing," he repeated after Insima was done explaining why she was not using worms. While she had not confirmed officially that her current activity was fishing, she had not denied it either; and as such, Sikke figured he had been right. And after his comment... the other started to speak in a long string of words. So long, he had to focus to make sure he could catch every word (especially with this accent of hers). He frowned again, but said nothing. He was, incidentally, used to talkative people; his sister was one of those people. Considering he did not particularly care about people, he did not care if they wanted to talk or not. Most people, he had come to realize, simply wanted to vent, simply wanted to say things. And considering he was someone who never divulged whatever others might say to him, his sister had taken a habit of venting at him. So he was used to people who could not keep their tongue tied.
Incidentally, he usually had no feedback to give. And this case was no different. "I see," was all he replied after Insima was done talking, but as he thought about it some, he figured that, once again, her logic did have some truth to it. The bigger the bait, the bigger the catch. "Interesting metaphor." What an... intriguing way of thinking, one had to admit.