Delta turns to Martin, though this is a pointless gesture for someone usually invisible. "I contacted our employers. They are... unhappy about the loss, but they at least know that there is one rouge mage that won't be troubling the community again."
Martin looks at their stuff, and grimaces. "We really need to resupply, and I bet you need to get your projector repaired. You keep on flickering."
"I sure do need to get it repaired." A spark jumps up from the projector onto him, and he turns visible again. "Badly."
"Well, then let's head out for some repairs. Where is the nearest city that has both an electrical workshop and a market?"
"This place is rather backwater, which makes it unsuprising this duct tape mage was able to get so many victims. I'd say the best place for our needs, and the nearest, is... Velo City."
Martin starts up the truck, and sets off.
Delta coughs. "Wrong direction. Velo City is that way."
Martin looks at his map, and nods. He turns, and sets off in the right direction this time.

So, Martin and Delta head off to Velo City also. How much of a suprise was that?