"I'm sure that'll slow them down," Prompto grunts. He starts working his pants back on, shimmying his hips again because he swore he gained a few pounds from Iggy practicing his latest recipe. Damn him and his awesome culinary skills. "Don't worry, I got an eye out."

And a gun. It took some used to with the whole summoning it to his fingers, but he thinks he's got a handle on it by now.

He finishes up getting dressed, wriggling his toes as he laces up his boots and for the most part he keeps an eye and ear for the bushes just like he's supposed to. The other he uses to eavesdrop on Gladio, keeping tabs on him and it takes him a moment to notice he's a lot quieter than he was. Huh. Maybe he still does have thing or two to learn from him.

After awhile: "How's it going? You decent?"