[ Royce's lips twitch slightly in amusement at Noctis calling him a showoff - he didn't do it on purpose this time, but he won't protest. Whether Royce likes it or not, easily jumping off fire escapes and landing like a cat tends to draw eyes and first impressions. ]

Hard to be in the right place, right now. [ Royce remarks, folding his arms across his chest. His eyes are on that wound. He's distant for a second, running through a list of medical supplies he might have at his place (if he can get in his place, that is) should Noctis need them. As for the question, Royce shrugs. ]

The building I typically live in got hit by some of the worst of the riots. I'm staying far away from it, seeing as I'd like to keep all my limbs.