Id falls into step beside him. Dispatching the source of the limbs should put an end to this mess. Failing that, they may prove to be more trouble than they're worth to an overlarge predator. In either case, it beats fending off far too many tentacles.

"Mine's Id. Don't think there's any shortening that one," he responds with a casual shrug. Whether he's making an attempt at humor is questionable, lacking indication one way or another. He hasn't really had a nickname though, much less the offer to call someone by one, but he mentally files the information away. Noctis prefers Noct. Easy.

As they make their way, he sidesteps a falling post without losing stride. It's not so different from when monsters attack airships, save that Id's more sure of his footing in the sky than on the sea. For a time, it seems he has nothing more to say as they pick their way toward their target, until he abruptly asks, "You get overgrown monsters where you're from?"

It's good to establish that, Id reasons.