[ ignis merely takes a sip of his coffee as he listens to what everyone is saying. from the sounds of things it's messy and he knows picking at it all will simply delay them in leaving, giving prompto more cause to be speeding. and so the pair of them just get a look; prompto for the entire thing and gladiolus for encouraging it.]

the mention of daemons gets a brief jaw clench. ignis hates driving at night for that exact reason and barely settles even if it's noct driving in the darkness.]

Then go ahead, Prompto, though remember this if anything; if we wind up back at the garage, I'll be sure to let Cindy know what happened.

[ desperate times, desperate measures!]