Leaned on the wall of the ship, Ignis smiles, his hands crossed over his chest. It's been a while since he heard Noctis excited over something. Especially after everything that transpired in last few weeks.

"It is impressive that we are not feeling any kind of turbulence," Ignis says with a soft hum of approval. And he should know the best, seeing that his the loss of his eyesight kept just sharpening his other senses. At this rate, he'll be able to hear people whispering in the other room.