'We are the Helpmates of sector Autumn,' it answers cordially. 'Our function is to help you make your stay easier, and to answer any questions you may have.'

"So it's a help desk," Tidus figures, his arms folding. These things weren't anything new to him, but it's been a while since he's seen one. How well did it work, anyway? "Hey, do you know what happened here? We got a distress signal."

'We're sorry, can you repeat the question?'

Oh, boy... "A distress signal? Anything going wrong?"

'We apologise. Is there someone lost? We will help you file a report.'