[Donnie sucks in a shuddered breath.] Please don't remind me of the lack of internet.

[Not like he isn't consistently reminded. There hasn't been a day that he hasn't grabbed for his phone only to remember there's no such thing as cellular service here.

The thief beside him has started to gather their bearings and wisely remains silent at the exchange, eyes widening at the puzzling conversation, although better they're preoccupied with themselves. Maybe they can sneak away...

The sudden glow that deposits their partner-in-crime has them yelping, and Donnie rounds his attention back upon them.]

Anyway, what're we doing with these two? Just tie them up for the police or something?