A weary sigh, closed eyes, and, "Antarc will do," Antarcticite supplies.

They follow Tony towards the door leading out onto the small connecting platform and don't crowd him as he glances about outside. "Looks fine on the tracks. Just a power outage," Tony says.

Antarcticite snorts. "Yes," they agree and fish out their yimo, scowling down at its blank screen before pocketing it again. Useless device. "I don't understand how all of these machines are supposed to help this city function if they are always malfunctioning. Have you been here long? Is this normal?"