[still terse and stuffy, he wonders if this guy has been a career military man his entire life. Prompto's honestly not that different, being a member of the Crownsguard himself, even if his respect for authority ended pretty much at the heels of his best friend-prince. he's met people like this before, so it's not really that strange. almost everyone took the command a lot more outwardly serious than he did, even if he was right up there in lineup of people who would give their lives to protect their sovereign. but, details.

he notices the eyes so intently fixed on the little window through which Prompto had organized his entire world into- and feels a bit of relief that there's something he can still do that provides value to other people. and so, he starts scrolling, going through (rather) amazing shots of the city. his ability to take a good picture knows literally no bounds.]

It doesn't seem like the city's very big, but when you get to the outskirts, there's almost nothing. Usually you can kinda see lights out in the distance if there's a nearby city, or even some sort of sign of life, but-

[he shows off an image of the pitch black]

Nothing.

[it's kind of depressing, honestly.]