[ Mobs... well, Ann hopes not, because the two of them would be pretty boned out here by themselves. She glances over at Futaba, a little relieved that the other girl looks like she's handling this okay so far—

Well, up until now. ]

What? What's wrong? Oh— [ She peeks at her phone again, as if its status has changed at all in the past five seconds. ] —yeah. It kinda sucks, huh? But it's not that bad, I guess—I mean, who's going to text us out here?

[ They're literally in a simulation, on a space station, while all their friends sleep in pods. ]