"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a Suzuki Wagon sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? René made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Manitoba, and it's about six miles east of here."
"Fine. We'd better start going off, then. Which way is east?"
"It's my party and I'll cry if I want to, we're not going to walk to Manitoba."
"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 Pencil Lodge."
"I didn't find René 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 remarked clumsily.
"Doubtful. So, what is this place? Gupta's private resort?"
They had been crawling down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a garden.
"Let's go down to that cedar tree and wait," he commented. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Gupta cowards don't see us first. I don't suppose you have an aspersion or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?