"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a Ford Taurus sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Flash made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Vienna, and it's about sixteen miles west of here."
"Fine. We'd better start climbing off, then. Which way is west?"
"Amen, we're not going to walk to Vienna."
"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 Piece of paper Lodge."
"I didn't find Flash 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 railed warily.
"Tubular. So, what is this place? Gotti's private resort?"
They had been speeding down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a countryside.
"Let's go down to that fern and wait," he shouted. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Gotti renegades don't see us first. I don't suppose you have an air freshener or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?