[Whoa. She's so proper. Prompto blinks and thinks to himself, she looks and acts the way Lady Lunafreya sounds over the radio.

Wait, question.]

Oh. Um. Right. [He looks around as if some signpost will helpfully clue him in.] This is... well, this is what they call a Fissure, which is like a... crack between worlds, apparently? And we're not far from a place called Keystone Station. It's safe there, they have food and beds and chickens and stuff. Um... yeah.

[Please don't ask him how far away that is from wherever it is she's supposed to be.]