[ Said confrontation with said man was a joy that Noct, too, will experience, squirreled away for a later time when there were fewer (more) prying eyes. For now, for now, it was a time for crawling out of the wreckage of a meteor shower gone bad, turning himself into a human battering ram against the debris, and collecting supplies that he may or may not use but will definitely share, come the hour. For now, it's turning to someone that he'd grown on some manner of uncertain terms to trust, bumming off two of her friends (lackeys?) so that she could go gallivanting for one of his.
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So the particularities of her delay is-- odd, sure, but dismissed easily enough. 'Sides, she doesn't sound all that much different to his ears, blasé and confident as she'd always been around him, ever since she'd come spiraling out of the sky on that harpoon of hers. ]
Come on. I couldn't have been asleep that much longer than you.
[ You know, in those stasis pods. ]