Had Gladio considered using the directive to not wearing anything too Earth modern as the basis for an appeal to just go shirtless? Yes. Obviously. Of course he had. But he was being good and wearing a shirt without complaint (he'd feel the vibe of the place first before trying to find excuses to conveniently lose it, though, maybe), and he was giving Strixhaven a seemingly mild inspection as they arrived, before his eyes sort of drifted to Liliana, momentarily, with the faint quirks he wanted to give his brow and his smirk in check. He did shake his head, though, and went back to just sort of checking things out and glancing over at Prompto, too, since, you know, this whole thing was essentially for him in the first place...

Oh, did he have thoughts. But he was definitely keeping them all to himself, and decided to just focus on what kind of food they were going to be able to get at this thing, because that he was more interested in than most of the music and grandeur, and sticking close to Nell and taking note of good places to step aside for a breather if she started to get a little overwhelmed with it all.