"You can do a, uh, plane shift yourself?"

"No," he says patiently, "but someday I will likely be able to, and we could go home then."

"You don't have, like, jobs? Or family at home or whatever?"

"...this is our job. And none of us are married or we wouldn't really be going around hopping planes."

"....okay. Well, I expect with magical powers you could find some way to support yourself. Why don't you hop on in."

"...the metal cart?"

"It's called a car."

They eye it suspiciously.

"... It doesn't bite? I mean technically it's the number one cause of fatalities in certain age brackets, but that's if you have worse reflexes than Alex does."

"...Premonition," say Hagan and Fazil simultaneously.

Then they will get into the car. 

They all crowd into the back. 

She gets in the front passenger seat. This is definitely way more educational than trig homework.

He's so confused about who the girl's parents are and who is letting her wander around with a strange man - they're obviously not related - maybe he's her husband? she looks young for it but some places -

He hisses under his breath for no reason.

Fy hisses back at him.

Anything wrong?

No.

He turns on the radio, loudly. His passengers flinch. , 

It's playing Barbie Girl. 

This is terrifying and confusing and it's not at all clear whether they're prisoners!

....are you sure nothing's wrong?

They were just thinking about you and I couldn't very well tell them to cut it out without admitting I'm reading their minds. Now, they are not! So problem solved.

Oh.

Okay. I guess.

He pulls up to the Motel 6.

She turns the radio off, gets out, and opens a door for them.

They hurriedly get out of the car.

"Okay. Do we wanna just hand them some money, or should Alex handle the renting a room process for you...?"

“Is it complicated in some respect?”