"I'll carry it!" Tidus offers, plating still mostly connected to the bot, but it's not too annoying as Tidus stands back up, slings the thing over his shoulders. An unexpected companion while they move over to whatever station was the closest.

Galo gets a short low whistle from Tidus however, as he goes on. Speaking from mountains to a distance! "That's a journey! But I guess it makes sense - you're a medic too, people need help where they need it. That's pretty cool. I never thought about it. I wasn't on the road long enough to know how people in Spira do it; we just took care of ourselves, rested up when we needed it."

But what was it usually like in Spira? Were there people like the Crusaders around, a paramedic equivalent? Probably not, with how dangerous it was. Fiends everywhere - they would have gotten to anyone stuck before help.

Except, life could be different these days. Motorbikes just like Galo's, with technology being welcomed back. It's a pleasing thought.

"Okay, next stop, I'll see if I can't tell what's up! Half these jobs are turning out to be something to do with the wiring."

And he can tell that, right? Just check the wires, flip some switches!