Donno has a bad feeling. Things are getting too complicated, too fast. When that happens, it leaves him on edge, waiting for things to go from bad to worse. Especially now, when they have so much to lose. He misses the ease of running the restaurant, watching Tonya handle her own business at her usual table. He wishes this was over, that they had found Luke and Paige, and were already on their way back home, but he doesn't think that's going to happen any time soon.
His eyes travel around the tent before coming to rest on his bag, the same bag he'd been so determined to not let anyone touch when they'd arrived. Because of his own weapons, sure, but also to make sure nothing would happen to what else was in there. A carefully selected, carefully designed gun that would be perfect for Tonya in every possible way. Her birthday gift. He gnaws on his thumb, breathing in and out steadily to calm himself, try to shake off these maudlin thoughts.
Before he can move to collect the gun, his phone chirps. He blinks, surprised that the thing is working at all. He moves over to pick it up, and his lips twitch up a little when he sees Ren's name flashing there. "Hey."
"Hey," she responds. "Sorry I've called unexpectedly, just wanted to check in and see how things are going. Is Tonya around?"
"No, she's out keeping an eye on Luke," he says.
"Oh," Ren says. "Well, that's ok, we can speak some other time. You seem tense," she observes.
Donno winces a little, eyes, trailing off to the side. He's never quite gotten used to people like Ren or Tonya being able to read him as easily as they do. "It's just things are more complicated here than I expected them to be," he finally says.
"In what way?" Ren wonders.
"Those two we're looking for has gained a lot of attention," he says. "Everyone seems to want to know about them, to find them. It's making things more difficult for Tonya and me. And they're already suspicious about us."
"What do you mean?" Ren asks, frowning.
"It- they keep calling us stuff like beauty and the beast." He shrugs. It's not a far off the mark observation, but still. There's too much going on for him to really be thinking about things like this right now.
Ren scoffs. "No one does catty like middle to upper class. Don't worry about it. Tonya would be lucky to have you."
Donno's gaze flickers around, and then he shrugs. "I don't know. I guess."
"Well, you can guess, but I know, and I'm sure if you asked her, she'd say much the same thing."
Donno coughs into his fist. "Yeah, well. Anyway. We have more important things to think about anyway." His gaze shifts back to his bag, and Ren clears her throat until he looks back over at her.
"Well, I guess I'll let you go so you can focus on your next move," Ren says. "Same time next week."
He nods. "Same time next week." As soon as the phone beeps and the screen grows dark to show the end of the call, Donno stands and walks over to the bag, digging around until he pulls out the sturdy but beautiful gun- much like Tonya herself- and taps it against his knuckle, brows furrowing as he examines it, lost in thought.
His next move will be to suggest he and Tonya give up on this and return home, and after that, make sure she can defend herself against anything and anyone that might cross her path while they're out here.