...four... (dammit)

Tirsa sighs, then flops back onto the carpeted floor of the trunk, "Well, I don't have a charger, so that's option one out. The nearest ranger station is about 20 miles away, and it's nearly dark. Let's try option 3, worst case scenario we lose two phones."

Jacob sighs hearing that answer, "I was afraid of that. Alright, scoot over so I have plenty of room to work. Let's hope this doesn't blow up in our face."

Tirsa scoots over, pressing her back against the wall of the trunk and turns to watch Jacob as he works. He starts with his own phone, and using his knife, carefully pries the back part of the plastic casing off. He rests the majority of the phone with the screen facing downwards, as he carefully removes the charged battery. Glancing towards Tirsa, he asks, "Do you know what the battery of your phone looks like?" Seeing her shake her head, he silently takes her phone and repeats the same careful procedure. Once the plastic backing is removed, and the battery exposed, he curses violently. "God dammit! Fuck, these aren't even close to interchangeable. I can't even cram mine in and hope it works. Fuck..."

He steps away from the trunk, and runs his hands through his hair. "Well, fuck. I guess that leaves option four." As he speaks, a gust of wind rips through his thin clothes, and he shivers slightly. "I hate to suggest this, but I think it would be best if we slept in the car. It's almost too dark to build a fire or shelter, and without those we're probably gonna get hypothermia. With your leg, the only way we can sleep inside is if we lay the back seats flat for you, and I curl up in the front passenger seat. Unless you got a better idea?"

Tirsa is clearly thinking, her eyes roaming over the interior of her SUV, looking for an alternative. Finding none, she groans to herself before speaking, "No, I don't have a better idea. Alright, let's just get this over with."

With the course set, the two of them quickly get the car set, and climb inside. Tirsa shuffles around in the back, and ends up curled awkwardly, laying on her back, with her shoulders pressed against the back of the driver's seat. Her head is twisted around to look at Jacob, as he shifts around, her eyes showing mild anxiety. An awkward silence fills the air, with both of them trying to find the least uncomfortable position to lay in. Eventually, once night has totally fallen, Jacob speaks.

"Hey, Tirsa, if you're still awake, what's this place like?"

"What do ya mean?"

"What's it like to live in this world? What are the basic things I need to know, to make sure that I don't get arrested or sent to an asylum. You know, basic things everyone just knows."

"Oh, yeah, the whole other world thing. I don't really believe your from another world, but what the hell, doesn't hurt to talk I guess. So, I guess the first thing you need to know is that you never ask a woman where she's from. Ever. If you do, you're gonna get beat 99 times out of 100. Seriously. I guess the next thing, is don't judge women for their kinks, especially if it's in public. They honestly can't help it. Beyond that, it's your basic standards of don't be an asshole. Clear enough?"

Jacob is quiet for a moment, as he takes a second to digest what he was just told. "Yeah, it seems pretty clear. Just, why is it so bad to ask a women where she's from?"

"Cause that decides her fetish. It's like asking 'hey, how can I manipulate you to in order to completely and totally subvert your free will?' It's an incredibly dirty thing to even attempt. If you do, your an absolute piece of shit that deserves to get thrown of a cliff."

"Yeah, that seems like a very good reason to not ask a woman that."