There's no recognition in Shiro's eyes when he glances at Noctis. The word is wholly unfamiliar to him. But he notes it all the same. "I've never heard of that place either. ...thank you. If you want, I can do the same for you." It's a fair trade. He wouldn't feel right if he didn't offer it.

He doubted anyone of the Empire would use the word Voltron. But he's paranoid and his instincts tell him otherwise. He sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. But, like Noctis he hasn't forgotten where the other man is and his stance. It's something better to think about than things he can't fix. "Anyway, mud or slime, all three have that chance you'll find some of it later no matter how good of a job you do."