[Thomas busies himself with his chocolate malt for a moment, assessing the situation. She's crazy, certainly, but what kind of crazy? Is she liable to turn that gun on him? He wonders. It may be wishful thinking to hope that she's nothing more than a simple psycho-for-hire at this point; at least he's used to deal with mercenary types.]

There would be no fun in it, no fun at all. It's unfortunate that we are left with so little to spend upon our arrival here. [He glances out the window, though there is a voice in the back of his head telling him that it's unwise to take his eyes off of her for any amount of time.] And what use do you have for these bullets and bombs, Jinx?