Fortunately for Albert, Lloyd did have an answer to that. Wordlessly he raised an arm to point at one of the information posters scattered around the station. They were in a mixture of languages, one of them their own. Luckily.

Somehow?

"At some point someone here spoke our language, with luck they will still remain. As for the rest we will not know the answers until we seek them ourselves." Again a habit he was accustomed to. Albert debating with himself noisily, usually it was Noish in charge of this sort of thing, but that didn't mean Lloyd hadn't overheard.