Ignis was practically itching out of his skin for new sparring partners, but some greater forces beyond his control never seemed to have the energy to actually do something about it, unfortunately.

Gladio considered that turn in Nell's smile and her words thoughtfully for a moment, before that tilt of his head turned into a nudge in the direction of the ellipticals, with his hand and his body also following to guide her to follow him as he led her over to them.

"That sort of thing," he ventured, figuring that, if she'd brought it up, it wouldn't be too prying to ask, "frowned on where you're from?"