She's so focused on her failed efforts to capture one of those little fishies that Miruca doesn't seem to even realize her attempts have become a spectator sport. She tries numerous different methods. One time she moves slow, trying to predict where the fish will move and then she strikes! The scoop is having none of it, and shreds without even giving her a bit of hope. The next attempt is a rapid strike. No plan, no thinking, just going straight in. Predictably, it also fails. Its on the third attempt that a voice addresses her as she goes in.

Naturally, this ends in failure as well. She turns towards Ilya, a look of annoyance on her face. If she hadn't been distracted....but no, not even she is able to fool herself to that extent. The look rapidly softens into a much less scary looking one. She knows she can't blame a girl who was just trying to encourage her.

"I do hope you're correct. I was hoping to have enough money left after this to get something to eat. I am becoming convinced the game is rigged." Its an excuse and she knows it, other people around her have won. She is the one that keeps failing.