"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a mail truck sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Jim Bob made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Jersey City, and it's about twenty-nine miles west of here."
"Fine. We'd better start setting out off, then. Which way is west?"
"Yeeshka, we're not going to walk to Jersey City."
"Fine. I didn't invite you anyway."
"Hold on. They're bound to pick us up soon. We have no food, nothing to drink, no money, as if we had a way to spend it. We may as well go back to Paperclip Lodge."
"I didn't find Jim Bob the innkeeper back there very accommodating. Is he a friend of yours, too?"
"I've been trying to tell you, I'm not working with them. They forced me to come here, and yes, they told me to hook up with you. I just don't know what else to do," she inquired ignobly.
"WTF. So, what is this place? Coleman's private resort?"
They had been bouncing down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a forest.
"Let's go down to that pine cone and wait," he amended. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Coleman numskulls don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a Taser or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?