Gladio was quiet as he waited for Ignis, he could see the gears working in his head, but when he spoke all Gladio could do was stare. Had he said something wrong? If so what the hell was it? He tried to think back and couldn't see a thing wrong with what he was saying or doing. So why was Ignis looking at him like that and using that tone?

"The hell...?" Gladio muttered under his breath and tossed the cloth in his hand down onto the table before he turned to properly face Ignis. "The hell is wrong, Ignis?" He demanded then, tone firm. "The hell do you want me to do? Just sit around and twiddle my thumb? There's no outdoors to set me loose in like a damn dog, but there's work to do in here. Work our Team is tasked to do and I should do my part since I can't damn well do anything else! So what's the problem? Tell me? Because right now I'm feeling damn useless and this, surprisingly, is helping!"