"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a Yugo sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Ole made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Davenport, and it's about thirty miles east of here."
"Fine. We'd better start creeping off, then. Which way is east?"
"Ha, we're not going to walk to Davenport."
"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 Cork Lodge."
"I didn't find Ole 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 observed glumly.
"Alright. So, what is this place? Reyes's private resort?"
They had been tiptoeing down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a cave.
"Let's go down to that seed pod and wait," he pronounced. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Reyes halfwits don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a bad breath or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?