"Like you should talk. Have you smelled yourself lately?" It's a good-natured jibe, though her grip goes white knuckled when he gets in. The boat sways beneath her, briefly scuffing against the rocks under the draw of the boat before it bobs up, settling under Joel's added weight.

Ellie's fingers don't quite uncurl until she's sure the boat won't buck up again. Because that's totally how physics works. "Does the motor in this thing still work?"