"Only thing I'm feeling is gross. When we get out? I'm gonna need ten showers. And sandpaper." And a drink or five but- hey. Kid. Talking horse lady. Not about to talk about booze around them- it's not polite. "I'd say 'let's head north' but I have no idea which way north is right now. So...pick a direction and let's go till we find a ladder or something. There's gotta be a plaque or map or whatever that'll show us where we ware."