It's cold and Riku isn't dressed for the weather in his waders, gloved bracers and v-neck shirt, there's a shiver on his exhale and it plumes in the air. That can't be helped when he was absolutely adamant that Daylight's winglets be protected by his newly acquired jacket and the sleeveless, hooded one he usually wears over his shirt.

Once they get moving, it'll be even colder. That's probably why he pats the portion of the bike seat behind him, completely serious. It's not all bad, Prompto - at least you have a meat shield, and room to aim if it comes to that, except... oops. Ammunition is a tough thing to come by, isn't it?

At least Riku took the time to exchange names - or at least gave his own.

"Tell me about it when this is over."

When? There are no guarantees they'll make it at all, with half of them dropped like flies and completely vulnerable, but it's a hope he chooses to stubbornly cling to, "I've got a first aid kit under the seat. Least I can do is look at your injuries when we get to the place. Help me look out for trouble."