Billy awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck---it was all he could really do against the rising panic he felt. Somehow he knew he'd have to share everything, but would the others understand? Would they let him stay? The secrecy oath felt so utterly pointless at times.

But he snapped out of it quickly enough. "The town's economy practically runs on martial arts tournaments, it always has," he joked. "People used to practice for more peaceful reasons, of course. Then the war started."

His face darkened a little. "But I know a café in town. I've been stopping there often lately. It's...oh, I'd estimate about ten miles."

Which put him in a bind, again. Obviously, they weren't walking that in the desert. He became painfully aware of the weight on his wrist---hopefully the TARDIS was nearby. Or, as last resort, he could teleport another person. Hopefully not.