[ Robby notes the backwards walking, but won't comment on it; nothing's coming up behind Prompto (or, in front of Robby...them....), and a small smile plays on his face between it and the conversation, the mood. Thank you, his shirt is worth consideration. ]

What would you pick? [ It's not a cop-out, just: ] You don't have something you like to photograph more? I know this place is missing wildlife...

[ Which he does look at the rather empty streets of the city pointedly--which wouldn't be overflowing with chocobos, probably, but they would at least have some good boys around. ]

...but I wanna know what you'd pick. Your style.