"Exactly." This only proves no one knows what'll show up in spaaaaace, and while they may not be 100% the same as they are back home? It's still comforting to have.

Noctis looks up at the ceiling when the tune changes and he just- shakes his head. "Whatever keeps him occupied, I guess."

At least it doesn't involve drawers. Or cooking utensils.

He sighs, nodding. Of course he wouldn't. In fact, he's actually been more careful with it. And still with the bad driving ribbing. "Still, flight?"

Of all the things to be hung up on, it hat to be the fact the car can fly.