Gavin, quite frankly, had no idea what to do. After about ten minutes of waiting around for the station to become slightly less crowded, he'd suffered some sort of relapse from getting his head slammed very, very hard into a steel pole and had staggered a few paces before slumping over unconscious. Now he finally woke up, disoriented and nauseous, to find himself on an empty platform. His clumsy fingers fumbled with his wristband, but couldn't produce the desired result, and his head was still a little too woozy to understand what green lights on the ground would mean. As he attempted to sit up, he was instantly dragged down again before remembering that he had roughly thirty pounds of steel on his back, preventing him from rising. After some effort, he managed to wriggle out of the backpack's stranglehold and stand shakily, looking around drowsily. Something caught his eye and he focused on it.

Standing there was salvation in the form of a red-haired older boy with red-orange eyes, scrolling down his own map. Sidling up, Gavin attempted to speak.

"Hey."

His voice was raspy and dry, and constituted barely a whisper, but on the dead-silent platform, you could hear a pin drop. Gavin motioned to the holographic screen, concentrating on speaking a little more clearly. "Mind if I take a look at that?" He crossed his fingers behind his back, hoping that this guy wasn't like the people back in the old city.