"Text message?" Susan asked. "You mean like a telegram? Or Morse? I suppose one doesn't need a paper for Morse code."
He was definitely confusing.
"They might, they might not," Susan said. "We're coming up on my place; I'll give you a bus token, and if they don't let you on, you can just buzz me and ... we'll figure something out." She would rather pay for his hotel room than let him - mostly his sword - stay with her.