Weasel just raised an eye brow at her, waiting for an explanation.
"Sitting around camp isn't going to get us any closer to finding the cure for this. so-"
"Please don't tell me we're driving to the city." Weasel begged.
"Yes, we are. if we get to the city, we might find out more about what we have to do. Argus is already in the van waiting, so go pack your stuff, and get ready to leave."
"NO! i hate cars. i'm not going."
"Yes, you are."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"You don't have a choice, William. you're coming."
"Don't call me that!"

