"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a city bus sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Tommy made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Laredo, and it's about eleven miles west of here."
"Fine. We'd better start padding off, then. Which way is west?"
"Pow, we're not going to walk to Laredo."
"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 Banana Lodge."
"I didn't find Tommy 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 bellowed speedily.
"Be still, my beating heart. So, what is this place? Snitley's private resort?"
They had been jogging down the trail all this time, and found themselves on a trail.
"Let's go down to that wildflower and wait," he whined. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Snitley wingnuts don't see us first. I don't suppose you have an aspersion or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?