"Lock up? It's just string on a coil or something. How complicated is this gonna get, Joel?" But for all her bluster, Ellie lets him guide her hands: grip softening on the handle. The boat rocks slightly as she whips the pole around, stabbing it down into the water like a needle through cloth.

After a moment she brings it back up - it doesn't have to like, marinate or anything right? - and props the butt of the handle on her knee as she tips the pole vertical toward the sky.

"Now what?"