[He nods his agreement at that statement, then tries to picture their route. The bike's outside with all their stuff, and man, whatever's out there better not touch any of it. It's a shame he can't get to the map but he can imagine enough of it, since it's just one long stretch of road from here.]

Still a long way to go. Let's eat an' bail, though, maybe we can outpace this thing, whatever it is. We just gotta get far enough away to lose it, an' then we can plan from there. I'm good to drive a long time.

[Especially if they hit up a gas station for coffee. Or even better, if he can score something harder, but that would either take time or luck and he's not sure how much of either they have.

He wipes off his hands on his napkin, then settles a palm on Chrissy's leg next to his and gives her a light little squeeze.]

We'll get there in one piece, okay? You an' me. Nobody can stop us.