Prompto stumbles a little, but manages to catch himself before he plummets down the side of the hill to his death. He's about to shoot Noct a death glare when Noct's words sink in.

"Dude... seriously? You're not playing?" He suddenly looks very much like a petrified Anak calf in the headlights and feels like puking, crying or peeing himself - he's not sure which.

But then a fierce look of determination settles on his face. "If we keep away from the roadside and sort of weave through the rocks and scrub we should be able to at least reach Hammerhead before they find us!"

With his newfound determination, Prompto readjusts his backpack on his shoulders and starts off down the hill before breaking into a jog. "You with me, Noct?"