Also probably helpful in deflecting Abe off of any thoughts about last weekend: trying not to think of the possible scenarios involved if Prompto somehow didn't manage to keep his hands and elbows safely tucked in. But he supposed if anything did happen to one of his limbs, there was plenty enough technology out there to just get a sweet robotic replacement arm like Ya--

--oh, noooooo.

So help him, if they stepped off the elevator and weren't just immediately hit with a swarm of cats, he was doooomed.