Noctis nods to Madeline heading over to steady the swaying man, though Noctis is also looking down the rows and picking out the stronger prisoners when the woman lunges for Harlock. The older man has her pinned in an instant and Noctis is impressed, but refrains from giving any indication. Reminds him of something Gladio would do. He makes a mental note not to get on that guy's bad side. Noctis waits to see how Harlock will handle this before he goes to any of the other prisoners himself.

Then the guards take their leave and Angelica starts to weave her spell, her magic different from that of the Lucian Kings, which is intriguing in its own right. As the illusion unfolds, he wonders how long they have and when they should start arming the ones who would be able to hold their own.