He shot Gladio a look that at first was an irritated glare for interrupting him, but he managed to push that aside to something that looked simply stressed. It almost hurt to stop. He assumed it was a mix of the influence he was under and his own massive case of neurosis to work on a project once his mind was set on it. Still, he owed Gladio something better than a shrug or 'because' like he wanted to say.

He reached for the dropped metal so he could continue his work before closing his fist and dragging it back. With a sigh, he opted to give Gladio the fastest answer he could come up with. "Here," he said, first pointing to a blue imprint of a pair of mittens on his hand and then he angled his calf so Gladio could see a fiery gold and red imprint of a hammer. "At first I was concerned this involved an idiot I know, but no, it was just a regular hammer. I just.. I have to get this done today."

He knew he'd already irritated his friend enough for the rest of the year (and it was February) but there wasn't anything he could do about that. All the dora he had left had gone to the scrap materials. He really, really hated those bears.