The lights of her gloves almost matches the light of his chest. York wonders if those are the 'reactor' she spoke of earlier. His LED swirls gold as he takes in the view of those gloves and the sound effects.

It reminds him of high tech toys for children in his world. He's more annoyed at himself for being curious about toy gloves now.

"A ship and a waitress all in one, what would we ever do without you in this crumbling fucking city." Absolutely dripping in sarcasm. He sighs out to vent his system and cool it down. "I think there's a bar in town, but I'm not sure where. It should at least be on your map."