"What's the plan?" Gideon shrugged at that question. Once he stepped out of the truck, giving the scorched door a firm push to close fully, he checked his jacket to make sure the pistol was concealed and in place. It wouldn't do to walk around obviously armed, even in Rassvet, even if they looked wrung out and dirty from a run through the forest in the dark and an actual fight. 

They had signal on phones and there were options, but some suspicious instinct told him that it might be a good idea to wait on that, "Daryll's got it." His tone was off-handed; he didn't really feel comfortable speaking openly around here, even if the kiosk attendant was apparently too busy reading a comic on his phone or something. They needed to get out of sight. 

When Daryll hit him up for money, he handed over cash; and maybe it was evident that while Gideon didn't have much to say at the time, he was intent on staying off the grid. 

Gideon was, at the very least, security-minded and communications-trained; looking down at his phone, he saw signal, but he resisted the impulse to start dialing. It had occurred to them even back during the chase that they had no idea how these enemies might track. He wasn't dialing home just yet. It seemed to him like they needed to think about the next move while they had a little time. He also didn't want to talk too openly around the princess. She was a stranger in their midst. 

He glanced around the place. It was pretty rural and pretty isolated. The trucks had potential; if they were tracking their army truck, it was possible, though had risks, if they decided to boost a rig. It wouldn't be hard, but it'd also be illegal and they were still bound under civilian law while theoretically off duty. While Daryll handled the logistics, Gideon paced the area, scoping it out casually, noting the roads, streets and ways in and out. He glanced up at the sky, but only noted the occasional air traffic. It was wartime, so there wasn't a whole lot of air traffic, except the scream of a fighter jet patrol; this deep in Rassvet, there were only a couple of them. He wanted to make sure they knew where to run next, because they were definitely running now.

They were deep in Rassvet, but they just pulled the Vangar Princess out of a wreck and they were definitely being hunted. They were in some deep shit.