Jay lets himself settle into the rhythm of the ride, enjoying the sway of the chocobos' gait. He checks his rifle over as they move on. It'll need a good clean when they stop for the night but until then, it's fine as is. He puts his helmet back on, just in case.

"How's your hand? I'm guessing that was pretty hardcore magic you pulled back there?" He keeps his voice low, speaking through the comms so no-one else needs to hear.