It was all she could do to avoid getting struck by any of the daemons - her lute doing nothing to increase the abilities of anyone fighting here. In truth, she was in the lift almost before Noctis, diving in as soon as a relatively safe place showed itself.

This was- almost certainly not reality. Not reality for her, at least. But nor was it a drill. Nor any of the training exercises at the center, and none of those exercises had prepared her for anything like this.

"Sir Noctis." She said, her voice somewhat shaky, reverting to extreme formality in an (unsuccessful) attempt to sound calmer than she was. "Sir Noctis, can you hear me?"