The first thing out of her mouth at the sight of the forest: "Oh, bullshit, I've seen southern Jersey. It doesn't look like that."

One of the civilians watching the movie twists around in his seat to give Lindianne a long, withering look. She holds her hands up and shrugs. "What? The roads are paved." The man snorts before turning back around.

When she talks again, it's sotto voce. Raising her voice is just going to irritate the smattering of civilians who're watching the show. And the last thing she wants is for someone to kick her (or any of the boys) out for being too loud. "Or a rental car. Even the tiny local ones at least have taxis."

She spent a lot of time on the road in her younger years. And far, far too much of it in New Jersey.