*Boris and Timonsch continue to walk forward with the Prisoner not far behind*
Timonsch: "You really must give Neo York City a chance, the babes man, the freakin' babes..."
Boris: "I can hear you drooling, stop that."
Timonsch: "I can't help it, imagine eating the best damn meal you ever had in your entire life. Now imagine eating it off the bare chest of a..."
Boris: "Okay okay, cut it out. Sheesh, I understand."
Timonsch: "I don't think you do though... otherwise..."
*The Prisoner trips over a rock, injury her ankle. However, she doesn't fall onto the ground because Boris catches her with his back. She then curls her arms around his neck and Boris picks her up, giving her a piggy-back ride*
Timonsch: "HAHA! Now that's what I call a gentleman. That reminds me one of my trips to Savel. You see, I won a couple hundred dollars at a local street dice game, and beaten the crap outta this thug beating on this babe. So this babe goes to me and asks me to take her to my hotel..."
Boris: "For the love of god and all that is holy..."
*The Prisoner begins to look at both Boris and Timonsch, growing a sense of curiosity about these two odd people currently transporting her.*