"Not without considerable reprogramming, at any rate." And, seeing how he lacks Futaba's technical prowess, it was far easier to break them than let them have their way.

Hmm... The screens seem remarkably like smartphones or tablets. Projected ones, but still. Fascinating.

Well, at any rate, there are more pressing matters. "Frankly, we've yet to encounter anyone friendly on the road. Metallic Husks act as shells containing monsters more than eager to turn us into prey, although..."

He reaches into his pocket, removing his smartphone. "Recently, I noticed that music played from the Convoy and devices connected to its network was able to release spirits held within dormant Husks."

The implications are rather dark, but he might as well put that out there.