The frustration in her words induced a sinking feeling within him as he pondered over their possible options. She was right in the sense that practically neither of them knew what they were doing. The end of this journey was uncertain, but they would only have the opportunity to deal with whatever awaited them then if they played their cards right throughout. It would be best to cross that bridge when they came to it, and take things one step at a time. Someplace to stay with an internet connection... the first person that popped into his mind was his roommate back at Bayshore University who inherited a lodge near the national park at the border they had crossed to get to the city they were currently in. They had gone through a whole lot of trouble not to involve anyone else in this mess, but with the lack of resources on Roxy's end, it would seem that they were out of alternatives.
"I... have a contact," he offered, speaking up after a noticeable pause. "I know it isn't ideal to reach out to other people for help, but it might be the best option for us to have the time and place we need to figure this out. We'd have to take a detour, a safe route back to the border for this, but I'm going to have to make a call for this. I'd rather not have to use the mobile phone with have in case it can be tracked, so let's make a quick stop at the next public payphone."