There's a faint light of recognition behind tired midnight blue eyes. He recognized the garb for a Medjay, barely contained excitement thanks to his own exhaustion. Yet he only allows his gaze to show it, he is glad. If this man is anything like the legends back home, they will likely need a protector from the shadows.

Just like his friends need him, and who knew how many others here.

Noctis, for his part, tried to focus instead on others who needed a hand. Yet he eventually stopped to rest - lest one of his friends notice his current state.

"So, what do you make of this?" He asked, unable to not say something. Asking more as another soul stuck in the same situation, despite the way he carried himself until the moment he sat down as well.