Prompto nodded a little. He didn't know a lot of details, but he felt he knew enough about Vette and how she responded to thing in those little quiet moments they sometimes had to know there was proably...a lot going on there. "Maybe," he offered thoughtfully, "it has something to do with how you're coming here, too. Like me and Sidon, we both knew we were coming here, and we can get back. Well, I mean, I haven't had a chance to go back yet, but I have no problem contacting home or sending and receiving stuff. What...what about you? I'm not sure if we've ever really talked about that, have we? Maybe when we first met, which seems, like, forever ago at this point! It really wasn't that long, though, was it?"

Then again, he'd only known Noctis for two years now, really known him, as a friend, and look at them now.

"What brought you here, anyway?"