There's the ringing of commotion from the others with them, passengers who have taken up their own weapons, making waste of the extra sentries that had apparently been around. Where they came from and when, Tidus doesn't have time to ponder as he surveys his immediate surroundings; seeing no danger, but he hears the rattling of stiff metal as the gate into the station is broken, creaking and stuttering on being banged opened wide.

Tidus circles around to make it to that entrance, and maybe he'll catch Zechs - give him the quickest of nods, go in and to see just what's waiting for them. Which will be more of the greenery of flora overtaking technology, ivy smothering every surface, from simple storage closets to the actual consoles they'll need to use.

"I'll look around and see what I find!"

Because like heck does Tidus know what to do with potentially repairing a planetary shield.