"Hey." Marlowe slowly untangling herself from Gwen and moving one step backward to give her full view of the other girl. "If you want me to stay, I'll stay. And actually Pops is probably out on the road again by now." That was where Hank Evans spent the majority of his time traveling the long roads as was the life of a truck driver.
"Either a motel room or my truck." Marlowe wouldn't have a problem with either option, the way she figured it either wouldn't cost her a cent, though staying in one might be considered to be on the illegal side.