They can't promise, but they'll share information about whatever's destroying systems. It's as good as he could hope for - an answer for what started this all off, from the train's crew being wiped out, to now the train's antics.

Still, he wishes there was more certainty. Certainty, that one thing he hasn't had in so long, and stares at the ground between them. Their suits are off-putting, but it's not that look of them that bothers him. It's not really about them.

It's about what comes next.

He sighs, and finally, bringing his hands close to one another (and checking that his arms band is there on his other wrist), he pictures the radio in his mind, and...

...

...

"...uh." Uhh, right. He looks over to the two, brow furrowed. "Can you let me do things? I need to make it appear."