"She cannot talk," Chrome supplies, helpfully, after the silence stretches past a whole two minutes.

"... Oh."

"Yes." Chrome is the essence of helpful conversation, she truly is. "These are good burgers. Thank you."

"You're ... welcome. What are you going to do now?"

A glance is spared for Snow, then Chrome looks at the man with some measure of consideration. "I am going to find a phone," she says, "and I am going to call someone. I will know what I will do next after that. Do you have a working phone?"

The man looks aside, resting his hands on the counter. "Yes," he says. "Technically. All the land lines went down ... a while ago. You can call all you want, but nobody will hear you. The signal doesn't go anywhere."

When the world ends, apparently you can stop the signal.