Shiro had said little on the ride over. He'd kept his thoughts to himself and kept an eye on the gauges out of habit. Once they land he follows Castor out, dufflebag over one shoulder. He'd packed overnight for himself and Hunk. He doubts either of them want to leave Castor's side when she looks so vulnerable.

The smell of food perks him up too, making his grey eyes just a little brighter. He settles the overnight duffle near an arm chair and glances back, waiting on Hunk and Noctis to come in.