[Hi, Problem, big problem-] Umnh...

We started doing that when the radio started having fights on it, but...

[At the moment, Reira is somewhere...Dark. Holding her tiny shield with as much focus as can be mustered just for light, as she looks to her brother and the 'sparrow' Foster twisted up as a ride.] ....Even though we were moving really fast, we're still not back...

...None of the shelves look like the ones you'd see on the way back either...