Not really the option Noctis would’ve gone for first - he’d try talking to it, maybe it was a machine programmed by someone else or maybe it was acting on its own somehow - but. Getting it to stop wrecking tents was pretty important.

Plus, Prompto wouldn’t hurt it if it wasn’t dangerous. Not that the robot or maybe its software knew that.

Prompto enabled his ideas a ton - now he’d support his back. He held out his arms in case the robot tried to squirm away, helping cover where it was most likely to slip out. “Easy, easy! We just want to talk, and to get you to leave the tents alone. Hold still!”