[He's busy eying the display, though a bit of the novelty has worn off since his arrival on this planet. Still, it cannot lose all of its potential for mesmerizing Noctis, so much that when the voice of a host he's never met rings in his head, there's the sharp feeling of a mind being pulled from focus, snapping its attention from one thing to another.
Mental tendrils feel out curiously, but little more than that. It's cursory at best, and he responds with only a second or two of delay.]
(Not... this specifically. But we have our own kind of mesh of technology and magic, if that's what you can call it.)
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Mental tendrils feel out curiously, but little more than that. It's cursory at best, and he responds with only a second or two of delay.]
(Not... this specifically. But we have our own kind of mesh of technology and magic, if that's what you can call it.)