"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a dump truck sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Brandon made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Baltimore, and it's about twenty-four miles east of here."
"Fine. We'd better start dashing off, then. Which way is east?"
"That's crazy talk, we're not going to walk to Baltimore."
"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 Big Gulp Lodge."
"I didn't find Brandon 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 rumored numbly.
"Hell's bells. So, what is this place? Kilroy's private resort?"
They had been sliding down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a gulch.
"Let's go down to that spider web and wait," he intimated. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Kilroy blackguards don't see us first. I don't suppose you have an Uzi or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?