Don't know. We were apparently recruited by space witches.

[ 'Recruited' is this place's grand euphemism for being kidnapped apparently. No matter how much they sugarcoat it, it still sucks. Pretty soon he and Prompto are going to end up competing over whose pits smell worse, and there is no real winner in that game. ]

I think I saw more people around that caravan back there.

[ He lifts his hand to point before looking around and noticing most areas pretty much look the same in all directions. This is what happens when you spend your life depending on GPS equipment and maps. He has no idea which way he came from and kind of ends up arbitrarily pointing to the distance to avoid looking as lost as he feels. ]

Over there. Passed it before coming here. We should check it out.

[ And hopefully, Prompto has some better idea of where they're going, or they're screwed. ]