Trust me, I already tried to look over the engine. And...couldn't even find it. It's less like this is really a bus and more like it's— wearing a costume that looks like a bus.

[ A fellow mechanic, huh. Will feels a flicker of nostalgia for a job that's distant enough from him to be just a hobby, now. It's such a familiar thing that it's almost comforting, even here.

Will frowns out the window, staring out at the impossible landscape. ] It's either been here a while, or...something's letting it rot faster than it would back home.

[ The 'you okay' is so mundane and unexpectedly kind that it catches Will by surprise. Knocks him right back out of his thoughtful fussing. ] Uh. [ Good job wasting airtime there, buddy. ] I'm not injured. Or starving. Yet.

What about you?