This doesn't seem like an Imperial tactic. Maybe Noctis is too naive, too young, a touch too trusting, but he doesn't believe that the Empire would plant a young woman here to feign injury and memory loss to get at him. She doesn't even seem to know who he is, much to his relief.

"Weird."

Noctis. That isn't helpful.

"Sorry," he murmurs apologetically, rubbing the back of his neck. "You shouldn't be sorry, I just – I'm trying to figure out what we should do. D'you have any injuries? Anything hurt?"