[With the same startled jolt, Prompto yelps and almost topples over in his seat. As it is, his hands jump out automatically like he has to catch his camera. It's not there, and he blinks for a second as he regains his bearings.]

I--oh. Wow. [He tries to shake water that isn't there out of his hair and catches his breath.] Uh, well. That was Her Worshipfulness, the Hydraean! Or something like that. [He pauses, then adds:] She's one of the Astrals. The six gods that, like, watch over our world and stuff.