That's like, the last thing you should say in a situation like this. It's like saying "what could possibly go wrong" or all that other cliche crap that people say right before some alien jumps out and bites their faces off.

[Still, despite the ribbing, she stays close by Chloe's side. Nobody's jumped them yet, but a few people are definitely eyeballing them by now with enough focus that it's making the hairs at the back of her neck stand up.]

Maybe we should, like... find the nearest bus stop. Maybe see if we can find one that takes us out of town, because something tells me we are not welcome here.