Will laughs at that, reaching behind him to fiddle with the helmet tether. He should really still be wearing it, but whatever. “Do you know what specific parts you need? That will be easier to find.” He recognizes Ford, but the rest of it not so much. He mostly just remembers that it merged with something or several somethings, during the shift from fossil fuels to solar energy.

There's something collapsing behind them, far off to the left, in an almost musical-sounding cascade of metal, but Will ignores it. The siren's not going off, and that's good enough for him.