[Johnnie says his goodbyes and hangs up, and then goes to join her, standing there and watching the horizon. It's not a terrible thing to do for five seconds while his brain calms down and catches up. He lights himself a smoke for lack of anything harder on hand.]

Okay. Where the fuck are we, even? What's -

[He turns to look at the gas station sign. "Marv's Gas 'n' Go". Great, not helpful. Gas stations should all be named after towns for his convenience.]

Okay, well. I know he lives in Oakland, or somethin' close enough to Oakland to call it that, but that don't really help, 'cause we went for a while. Lemme gas up the bike while we're here, an' then maybe we drive around until we figure out where we are an' what we wanna do next. But I gotta offload the sparkly shit before we get stopped by cops again, y'know. Just in case. So... Look for signs, look for a pawn shop.

[Just, in a minute. After he finishes the cigarette. They can't pay for a motel room without cash anyway, but after all that, he's sure not tired.]