"Uh, like, a closed one?" He's not sure what kind of system he's meant to name, but it sounds like it's supposed to have one. For a moment, First Order sounds like maybe--the people here pulling the strings? But he just said it wouldn't look like this, on the ground. Maybe they really are on the outskirts, left in old buildings and messed with. Sounds about right, considering the state of things back home, out on the fringe of industry.

Fire's more important: Jude carries on through the house, through the dining room plastered over with charcoal drawings, under the curtain that holds the heat in the living room. It's a mess of cushions in there, life strewn around and radiating out from the fire. In the corner: the pillows Aurora likes to lay and chew on, that he's abandoned for just that purpose.

Whatever, he picks up fresh logs, pokes them into the embers, then gets down to blow them back to life. "Let me get this going, I'll try to explain. There should be dry clothing in your pack, if you want to change."