Madeline is carefully tucking away what weapons she can. She's stoutly shaped enough to get away with concealing a fair few of them, particularly under a uniform. She glances to the rest and nods -- she'll leave the majority of that's left for Noctis then.

"I can do the talking then. I'm from here after all."

Her hair is short enough that plopping on the helmet is easy, even it takes some adjustments.

"Maybe? Honestly I'm not much of a soldier so ... but I definitely know the language here!"