"that's what I'm worried about as well," Wayne said. Then he winced, and started to smack his lips with a look of disgust from the realisation that he'd been sucking on the end of his quill-- and it wasn't a sugar quill.
"I'd love to have a few bicycles right now... That would be perfect for escape." He sighed. "That's another thing. Supplies. Cash. Food. Water." He dropped his head to table. "They make this look so much easier in films."