[Good Waver, doing his job as support. Unfortunately, Irisviel isn't considering her role as healer as she puts them both at risk with her recklessly defensive style of driving out of place with their current situation.

A small 'oh?' escapes as she glances at the fuel gauge, a small frown forming.]

Hmm... I'm certain there's a gas station out here somewhere. The locals have to stop somewhere, right? And if not, our gods can find us.