The keyword being 'yet', she presumes, but she makes no remark. It's getting a little harder to speak, energy beginning to direct itself completely to simply putting one foot in front of the other.

She tried thinking of other things. Redcadillac, huh? Sounded nostalgic in a way. She thought of the old cars, their slick shape and the sound of revved engines. Layer was always fond of technological history, to the point of being called a buff of 'history nerd' by her friends.

But she steps wrong and steadies herself, but not without instinctively reaching out and laying a hand on Billy's shoulder.

"I'm- I'm sorry, I-" ...The error messages stopped. Rather than blaring warnings and giving the ETA, something pinged her. Recharging.

But, how? From where? She wasn't sleeping, nor had she gotten her hands on any energy tanks. So-