"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a fire truck sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Billy made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Scottsdale, and it's about sixteen miles east of here."
"Fine. We'd better start striding off, then. Which way is east?"
"Optimum, we're not going to walk to Scottsdale."
"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 Pepper grinder Lodge."
"I didn't find Billy 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 pronounced lovingly.
"Blaak. So, what is this place? Roman's private resort?"
They had been tumbling down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a lagoon.
"Let's go down to that rock and wait," he sneered. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Roman dirty dogs don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a butcher knife or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?