They didn't seem like the imps...

[Her face pales nevertheless, and she clutches tighter at his hand, the grip slick]

We're still hours out of downtown, we won't be able to catch up. Can text somebody to keep an eye out for trouble...or just wait; someone'll message if it's bad.

[The breeze rustles through the beach and the broken hotel and the jungle that encroaches on both, and Nemesis casts around again for new visitors]

...Either way, should get outta here...maybe head for the dock and clean up.