Continue to askinterrogate. Be a fool while doing that.
Go back to the jeep.
Offer to guard it (Auto: On)
"IN-FOR-MA-TION. INFORMATION. WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR EXPORT. WHO RULES YOU. WHAT COLOR AM I THINKING OF RIGHT NOW. FASTER!"
"uh...metal for the Forgotten sons, the Forgotten sons and... uhhh... Blue?
"WRONG! LIGHTNING ROUND! WHATS GOES ON IN THE FIRST, SECOND AND THIRD CIRCLE. WHAT ABOUT THOSE HOUSES ON THE CLIFF? AND HOWABOUT BEYOND THAT CRAZY SMOKE DEEPER IN THAT PIT EH? EH?"
She's tripping over her words as she tries to blurt out a response. "First is where the forgotten sons live and seconds the business district and uh uh third is where the uh more wealthy live and the tenement wall is for most of the rest. Under the smoke is the mine and the shanty towns and uh...well the mine.
"THANKS BUTTERCUP!"
You turn on your heel and bit a hasty retreat, wondering exactly what just came over you. You wander back to the jeep and shout "Hey would anyone like to guard the jeep. I SURE WOULD!" before laying down across the back seat.
>Smile happily, say "Well, at least Hell isn't quite as bad as I thought it would be, then. I expected more pitchforks and lemons!" give the clerk a big hug and then go explore this strange Hellish plane. Keep an eye out for demons, though; we're on their home turf now...
You hug the nice man and walk outside. You wander aimlessly, looking for demons and becoming more and more perplexed when you find none. Eventually you find an alleyway off the main street and wander in, looking for some sort of demon nest. After rooting around in some garbage and chatting up a stray cat you turn to leave. Standing in the path is a man in an immaculate red uniform and cap. He has a pistol holstered at his side and is holding what looks like an expendable baton with a cord extending from it's handle and up into his sleeve.
"You're going to have to come with me." He says pointing the baton at you.