"Huh. Interesting." Noctis hummed, thinking. At the very least there were some similarities. Things to help cross a culture barrier of exponential proportions. He waits patiently for Shiro to try and activate something. Raising an eyebrow when he confirmed his hunch.

"Yeah... Trying to summon my father's sword was the second thing I did." Noctis shrugged, looking down at the ring on his right middle finger. Trying to cast Holy had been the third. "So no magic, no weapons. Juuust great."

But he won't panic. Not yet. Not when he has to be his friend's king first. If he panics, they'll panic. Especially Prompto.

Though that thought makes him pause. "... A giant bug. From a moon."

What the fuck is your world, Shiro.