No small talk was required, but without quite meaning to, Gladio had started to hum under his breath. The tune was in his head, and he didn't even know what it was from, if it was from anything at all. But it was there. And he was humming it. Was he humming it well? Probably not. At least his humming was better than his singing! Deep and low, a rumble that was rather pleasant on the ears, all while cleaning, wiping down stains and whisking dust away.

How, exactly, did the place get this dirty anyway?