"Drones," comes the quick answer. No, down here. York stands there, hands in his hoodie as his teal eyes flick from the drones above to the newcomer. There's some space between himself and the new guy because he learned his lesson with his sharp mouth and that vampire girl.

He shifts a little. "It's an unmanned aerial vehicle. People use them to make stuff like that," with a little gesture towards the drones above before tucking it away again, "or to take pictures or videos of things.

"I guess it's not something where you're from? You wouldn't be the first, we got shitheads from the 80s in this city."