The offer of help brings a knee-jerk reaction old as time. "What? No, nooo, I'm fine, I --"

And then he remembers the long hours Gosalyn spent drilling it into his head that this isn't St. Canard. It's even more dangerous here. They kill humans here ... she hasn't exactly gotten around to breaking the news about the eating part yet, but it's still bad news.

Drake coughs, then flashes Marco a sheepish smile as he switches tracks. "Actually, uh. Directions would, uh ... they'd be great, thanks. Heh."