Elliot. Easy enough to commit to memory, and so he does it. A nod, slow and subtle.

"Well. Don't let me stop you," he says, the words permeating the air seeming loud after their mental communication. "But yeah, take a long nap to process all that's happening, and then sure, I wouldn't mind that."

Awkwardness or not, Noctis at least will never come off as unfriendly.

"And if you've got any questions, just shoot 'em my way."