I know. [While he might have made it a point to underscore his irritation for conversations past, this is different. He's done a lot of varied work for people since coming to the Quad, but he's never really worked with someone else. Noctis is acutely aware that every step Hanna takes closer to this puts her neck on the line, and the guilt is there, gnawing at him. But it's also her decision, and he can't pretend that he's somehow personally capable of overriding her judgment. It's-

He has to trust her. There's just no other option.

Noctis' shoulders slope and with the exhale comes the last of his hesitation.]

I've got their IDs, and the papers they'll need to get settled. I wanted to get them out first thing in the morning, but they're inspecting all ships before we're clear to leave the bay.

I can work something out- but I'll need a day at least. Two at the most.