[ Well... that was easy. Is she some kind of pig whisperer? His eyes blink owlishly in her direction as he slowly lowers his sword, straddling the line between feeling wary and grateful as he approaches the stranger. He'd make a comment on the unusual style of dress, but it's not as though Noctis' fatigues are any better. Instead, he opts to nod awkwardly at the lady. ]

...Thanks. Bet that trick comes really handy at parties.

[ His attempt at a joke. Obviously, he has way less finesse than Prompto at lightening the mood. ]

Uh, I'm okay is what I meant to say. [ Yep. Real smooth. ] You from around here?