That's fine, Shiro - for Noctis has a similar look on his face as well. Though he has no visible items on him that could feasibly seem like a weapon to any normal person. He only fiddles with the ring on his right middle finger slightly. Almost expecting even a tiny little hint of light in the white crystal set within. Yet nothing happens, much like it hasn't since he awoke on that cot.

"Same here," he admits after a long pause, glancing down as his eyes narrow slightly. No, not with that amount of anger - of pain, guilt, anguish and grief. It's not the first time he's lost, well, time, but it's been so long since then that he just... froze slightly thinking about it. Yet the fact he was standing was enough proof that it hadn't been anything similar to what had happened back home.

"If we were back on Eos, I might have had a few ideas." He muttered under his breath, just audible for Shiro to hear. Most of those ideas involved one man that he both pitied and hated with every fiber of his being. "But here? It could be anything."