Disclaimer: I don't own Sonic and Co.!
"Rouge, I'm telling you for the last time, we are not lost!"
"Oh, sure. We've literally been going in circles for hours now, and you tell me you aren't lost?"
"I know where I'm going."
"Then why aren't we getting anywhere?"
"I'll figure it out. How hard can it be?"
"Pretty hard, when every turn you make is the wrong one," retorted Rouge.
A few more minutes passed.
"Geez," muttered Shadow. "What I'd give for a decent map of this place."
"Honestly, Shads. Couldn't you just ask for directions?"
"No."
"Look, there's a guy who looks like he has a head on his shoulders! Let's ask him for directions, come on!"
"Still no."
"I can't believe this! All this time, I always thought it was a myth that men didn't ever ask for directions. And now it turns out it's the freakin' truth!"
"Rouge," Shadow slowed down the motorcycle and turned to glare at her. "I don't care what's myth and what's true and whatever it is you say. I am not, repeat, not, going to ask for directions for getting out of a parking garage!"