She does what he says out of instinct; it's been a long time since she had question to do anything but. Though it doesn't mean her technique is anywhere near flawless -- Ellie scrabbles after the reel, fingers fumbling at it. She braces the bottom of her shoe near the side of the boat, as if it give herself more leverage to haul her catch in.

It's a series of pulls and reeling, pausing as it fights against the line-- "Oh man, it's gotta be huge," -- rewarded by the sudden bob of the rod as the fish is pulled free of the water, swinging wildly in their direction.

"Oh shit!" She drops the angle of her rod. The fish thuds, gasping, into the bottom of the boat. It's not a terribly impressive catch, but don't tell her that.