"Fine, fine. It can be Gladio Jr. Besides, I think I'd rather face like ten of those things than one angry Gladio. I love the big guy, but he terrifies me. And don't get me started on Iggy - he might be a lot smaller than Gladio but I am certain that guy can make people disappear - if you know what I mean."

Prompto accepts the proffered bottle and takes a small sip. The colour slowly returns to his face, making him look a lot less like he's about to hurl or pass out.

"And let's face it, Ig will know you're gone like super fast - I swear he knows everything. So, we should probably hurry it up a bit if we hope to even reach Hammerhead before we're dragged back and murdered."

He rolls his shoulders, puts his bottle away, readjusts the backpack and starts walking again, shooting Noct a bright, toothy grin. "Well? You coming?"