He winces. Muck could be a lot of things but a sewer? Those smell and the idea of having a smelly cockpit of any ship he flew. "...Definitely not something I'd appreciate in my ship or car." He cleaned the inside of the Black Lion himself just like any other Paladin. But sometimes they took people with them on missions. They weren't as considerate.

"Or if someone gets sick." Thankfully that hadn't happened in a very long time. "And...same for the name I gave you." From talking to him he doesn't think Noctis would toss it around. But he has to at least warn that it isn't something he wants openly advertised.

"Anyway, I don't remember how I ended up out there." He gestures with one armored hand to the space beyond the glass. "Do you?"