Hideout - Zoie:
Zoie waited with baited breath for the other bandits' responses to her proposal. And it sounded like she got... three tentative "yeses." She grinned, radiating with newfound confidence. See? I AM useful, after all! Although one lady started throwing questions at her that she... really didn't have answers to. Well, it wasn't time to let that confidence down, yet. Zoie had been faking and lying and running to get away from her problems for most of her recent life. What were a few more?
"Where does the river go? I'm pretty sure it runs West, so probably the ocean. And if they'll be looking for us that way, where won't they be looking for us? They got you guys in the freakin' BAR, didn't they?" Zoie chose to ignore the fact that she was by far the youngest and not of legal drinking age, and thus, wouldn't be anywhere near the bar.
At least stripey-vest guy agreed with her plan pretty wholeheartedly. Well, probably. Zoie wasn't sure if his casual tone was a good indicator or not, but at the very least, he was agreeing with her. He also said he was going to take a rest, and Zoie realized just then how good sleep sounded. Heck, Worm or whoever was already sawing logs. Zoie fidgeted a bit looking at him.
"Yeah, I'm gonna nap, too." Zoie hid her second can of soup underneath her cot as best as she could, and then realized... her bedsheets were missing. Worm probably took them as supplement to his hammock. Figures. Well, it wasn't like she wasn't used to it. Zoie climbed into her cot and let some rest come to her...
Tavern - Vikki:
"Coffee? Of course. I'll have that right up." Vikki disappeared into the back room of the tavern, and several loud hisses could be heard. Perhaps a more efficient model for a steam-powered coffee machine was in order. A few minutes later, Vikki emerged with a mug of steaming brew. "Maybe you're giving our thieves too much credit, sweetheart. They chose to hide here, of all places. Most of us residents know the town like the backs of our hands, and escaping isn't an easy feat. Hiding out here if you were to ask me, is at the very least, a bad idea..."
Vikki held out her hand toward Rachel, waiting for payment. "That'll be a dollar, by the way."