[ John is dressed against the cold of the Natha Station's air conditioning once more, black jacket zipped up as Yppilc follows him around in robot-dog form trying to guide him toward people who need assistance. The blaring alarms are disconcerting, but John is doing his best to act calm about all this. Loud noises aren't very reassuring, but that's fine. It's fine. ]

If you could just turn off the noise for a minute--

[ Is what he's saying, when he notices Lord John wobbling precariously by the wall. ]

Hey, hey easy does it buddy.

[ He pockets his phone and reaches out to steady him, just in case he melts onto the floor -- then carefully tries to steer him away from... the vomit. ]

You look like you need to sit down a minute.

[ Somewhere... quiet. ]