They would be fine. She knows what she's doing, and he's no slouch. They'll be fine.

"You want to trust a hotel?" He asks. He's not sure he does, but that could be the paranoia kicking in. "Might be better to drive through." He knows that they're more likely to be stopped in the middle of the night by a policeman, but, really, it's a bit more dangerous to stop. Especially if they switch cars and plates.

He dips his fries into his milkshake, eating them without thought.