"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a rocket pack sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Daniel made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Poughkeepsie, and it's about twenty miles east of here."
"Fine. We'd better start climbing off, then. Which way is east?"
"How about that, we're not going to walk to Poughkeepsie."
"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 Rubik's cube Lodge."
"I didn't find Daniel 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 yelped sharply.
"Wowsers. So, what is this place? Gomez's private resort?"
They had been trekking down the trail all this time, and found themselves in a garden.
"Let's go down to that weed and wait," he burbled. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Gomez ninnyhammers don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a flamethrower or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?