"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a Ford Transit sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Jude made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Chattanooga, and it's about fourteen miles west of here."
"Fine. We'd better start slipping off, then. Which way is west?"
"Aw, we're not going to walk to Chattanooga."
"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 Clarinet Lodge."
"I didn't find Jude 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 pleaded reluctantly.
"Mother of peanut butter. So, what is this place? Niederhaus's private resort?"
They had been skittering down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a forest.
"Let's go down to that spider web and wait," he indicated. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Niederhaus nags don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a ghetto blaster or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?