[Defiance, independence, stubbornness. Noctis can relate to all of these feelings -- perhaps more so in the past -- and yet when faced with them himself, he's not sure they settle well with him. Still, he'll not argue the point. If she wants to figure things out on her own, he could give her space. (Until he decides not to, offering to guide her around the station if she'll allow it. Despite himself, he's too accommodating in the subtlest of ways.)

For now, however, Noct shifts his weight to the other foot, crossing his arms across his chest.]

A lot. [A beat.] Where to start? We can't return home because then it'll just put our worlds in more danger, we're fighting an "Enemy" that we don't know very much about, and you've got a symbiote in your head now.

And we're all mentally linked together. You might have gotten a hint of that when you woke up to all the voices and emotions.