Dave, Fist of Odin
What? Spend two of our 5 remaining days working? Working for ROBOTS? That sounds like madness to me.
I say we keep going through terminals until we find the one we're looking for, or a map of some sort (or even an internet cafe to go to HelloAirport.com/maps/terminalmaps), or someone we can ask for directions. Or better, someone we can clobber for directions.
I'm all about the clobbering, you know. ALL ABOUT it.
What do we get for our labors? Some weird books, and a fixed jambox, and NO book about the poppies. Right?
Ah, well. That's my piece, but if my companions are bound and determined to work for bots, I'll go along with it.