"Hey, Barty. God, that's annoying." He came over and turned the boombox off because he didn't want to listen to Disco. Who did? Fuck disco. He looked up at the camera and he knew they would be able to translate it but maybe not in real time. Maybe it brought him some ounce of privacy. So he switched to Italian.

"Tell me what to do." He didn't know, he was lost and confused, he had no idea what he should do or how to keep them both safe. "I don't want to be here. I don't want you here. What do we do?"