They have no good options, but someone wants them to go north, and Joe would rather meet whoever that is head-on, engines revved, and if necessary, guns blazing. If it's a trap, they can still fight their way out of it.

There's another slight nod of the head. "Joe." He says simply, but he takes note of how Len describes himself; not just a courier, but the Courier. Less of a job descriptor than it is a title. Something to be respected...or feared, perhaps.

"American?" He asks, venturing a guess.