[It's a weird thing to get on Pink's vibe of conversation. Freddy studies him through side glances or outright watching when he doesn't think Pink---Phil---will catch him. The Professional. The Fast Talker. Yeah, okay, he can work with that. This is a doable situation.

There's a moment's hesitation before he shrugs.]

Freddy. Nice to meet ya, Phil. [No offering of hands, following his lead.] And hey, I may not be the most helpful person around, but we're all we've got.

My best idea? Get the fuck outta here, figure out where we are, and... shit, I don't know, get a motel or something. Lie low. You got an better ideas on what to do, I'm all ears.