"Ah, I have heard of your daemons before. Nasty sounding buggers to be sure, they sound somewhat similar to our Voidsent and few things are more infuriating to deal with."

Q'uila is content to watch Prompto work in silence even if its giving her some itchy fingers for tinkering of her own. Eventually she breaks the comfortable silence," How fares you, Prompto? You seem more settled than last we met?"