Helen looks at her phone and frowns.
"Talk about the mother of bad timing... 300 bucks, that place is going to be overrun by folks in no time. They might even start fighting over that sort of stuff."
Normally, she'd go see for herself, but right now, there's little that can be done unless they're supposed to split up any further. Also, the point stands, 300 bucks is a lot of money and she doesn't doubt there'll be people racing to get there first. Might be some more accidents on the way, but severe jam seems pretty likely. Fucking idiots... Maybe its on the way, but again, her knowledge of Folsom is not good enough to determine how to get there fast anyway.
Also, as long as whoever's playing wild sow out there is running free, they won't be able to catch up if they stop for any symptom without addressing the core issue. So Helen does some triage in her head. UNless the fuckbuckets congest all the roads, she likes to assume someone will earn those 300 bucks and with enough vampire posers out there as is... Might just fly. She's pretty willing to cross her fingers and hope for the best on this one, they got bigger fish to fry right now.
"Alright, let's go."