The ship's a largely unremarkable sight to him; time spent stationed in Junon has either assured his desensitization or eventual deafness, and so long as he isn't slated for a ride on one, airships have become no more significant than the occasional, benign distraction - or annoyance. Where to go, now, though - that's a good question. It seems they've plateaued, and the door to the stairwell is gone, after all, forgotten as he moves into a far more meaningless dream.

"Well... Where are you from? I can escort you back. You should probably stay in until we're sure the danger's past."