The shorter sword stops just shy of barreling right into Mikazuki, too relieved (and worried and confused) to feel out of breath after the impromptu sprint. His gaze is immediately drawn to the device in Mikazuki's hands, and he reaches out to take the thing from the other sword, gently, just to get his hands on it. To feel tangible proof that the means of their escape is very much not working, even though he fully trusts the other sword's word on the matter.

He pulls his own device from his clothing--which is torn in places and has very much seen better days--and compares the two side by side. His own device is all but crushed but he'd seen it glowing. It should have worked! He should have been right behind the others--

"I haven't seen anyone else either," he says, shaking his head. He hands Mikazuki's device back to him and takes a moment to look around at the alien landscape. "I hope no one's hurt. What if we walked right by them and they couldn't call out for help? We wouldn't even know...."