Steering the truck that way, they find a dilapidated looking little nook with a single bored-looking young man sitting inside. He sits at a desk with nothing on it but a lamp, the computer he appears to be unenthusiastically scrolling through, and a pile of pamphlets.
There is a faded poster on the window "We serve in English, Hungarian, and German! Ask about our Doom Rates!"
Guess nobody else had any ideas.