Before in the Hotel room:
Uomo raises his populated eyebrows. "You are correct, at least at some extent. They did send us in there too, probably not expecting much. However, I reckon that if their desire is to quit, they'll let me know. Let's hope to get away from here quick enough, come, lets go..."
On the road, on the road, on the road again, here we go...
Uomo was driving of course, although he didn't plan to drive all the 16 hours straight to that forsaken cabin. He also didn't plan to take a plane, that will just be suicidal. Probably the airports have been delivered with pictures of Michelle's and ... "What was your name again comrade? My memory is feeble." Uomo turns on his seat, keeping one hand on the wheel, to look back at the Arabian man, with a smile on his bearded face. The van drifts towards the edge of the road, and Frost's pull of his trenchcoat is the only thing that gets Uomo's attention back on driving and getting the van from crashing on the road side. "Nice catch Frosty, HA!"
<Reply Arabian man?>
"So, friends: we'll have a nice family trip today, we are about 15 hours from our destination. Although I do need to stop by to get some stuff, and try to find a plane, so we are going to take a detour. I hope your seats are comfortable enough comrades." Uomo says, merrily as always. Keeping the spirit up was always good in tense situations. "You are both Germans, dha?" Uomo looks between Michele and Felix. "Dha?" Uomo's attempt to generate cheap chat is interrupted by the radio news.
"Uh terrorists." Uomo says, raising and lowering his eyebrows, as the news of China were voiced. He sends a furtive look towards Shadow, "See, most things ended fine, except the Chinese comrades now hate us too."