"So, do you know your way around here? Is there a rocket sitting around that we can use, or public transportation? Rufus made it seem as though I wouldn't be finding a taxi anytime soon."
"The nearest town is Worcester, and it's about thirty miles east of here."
"Fine. We'd better start zooming off, then. Which way is east?"
"Diddly bunk, we're not going to walk to Worcester."
"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 Grease gun Lodge."
"I didn't find Rufus 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 reasoned briskly.
"Ahh. So, what is this place? Countryman's private resort?"
They had been bounding down the trail all this time, and found themselves beside a creek.
"Let's go down to that dead tree and wait," he began. "Maybe we can get the jump on them, if the Countryman slackers don't see us first. I don't suppose you have a can of Raid or anything useful like that on you?"
"What do you think?