“No way!” Daring shouts, almost shocked by your recommendation to stop and not die of exhaustion or starvation. She pulls out the bag of bits you stole that morning and jingles it in her hoof. “There are thousands of bits in this bag,” she continues quietly, not wanting any fellow pedestrians to overhear, ignoring the fact that she took out the bag and is shaking it for all to see in the first place. “We don’t need to stay in some shit motel and eat disgusting peasant food that’ll give us the trots.”