"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a Toyota Prius sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Humphrey made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Clodville, and it's about twenty-five miles east of here."
"Fine. We'd better start proceeding off, then. Which way is east?"
"Hah, we're not going to walk to Clodville."
"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 Joint Lodge."
"I didn't find Humphrey 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 wailed urgently.
"Yep. So, what is this place? Kettle's private resort?"
They had been crawling down the trail all this time, and found themselves at a dump.
"Let's go down to that bird's nest and wait," he lectured. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Kettle ghouls don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a Nerf bat or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?