All Gladio could really do was shrug. He was sure his wasn't the only planet who hadn't ventured off their little ball of dirt yet. And he was more than sure he wasn't the only person on the train who came from a world like that. Still he was smiling at Misa, amused at her confusion but not really sure how to go about fixing it.

"It's just how it is. We grow our own things, trade between different places on our own world. It's like what you describe, only condensed. I get it probably seems strange to you though."