[When it seems like he's had his fill of the cigarette, she holds out her hand so he can pass it off to her. She just needs one or two drags to take the edge off her nerves.]

There has to be a pawn shop somewhere in a place like this. We'll find one, don't worry.

[But there is a little concern on her part. If they don't sell any of that stuff, then they'll be out of luck as far as food and hotels go. They don't need to stay indoors, she's fine sleeping outside. Her head turns as she slowly exhales smoke, and she passes the cigarette off to him.]

Hey, I just wanted to say sorry again. For pulling us here in the first place. We probably should've just stuck out the storm and tried to make it through it, huh?