"I don't got time or patience for politeness," comes his gruff reply.

And he don't. Being polite just eats into time, gets him nowhere, makes him antsy. Survival and trying to find Ellie after what he'd gone through back there in the tunnel in Salt Lake City doesn't have any damn time for politeness.

But seeing this woman seems so insistent on telling him she's helping him, he adds after a few beats, "Mind tellin' me where the hell this place is in relation to Boston?"