Ignis shifted his weight on his hips. He'd recruited these people because they should be able to survive and they had skills that might be useful. He sincerely hoped he wasn't about to be proven wrong.

A look around at the assembled faces suggested no one was worried, at least.

He had to attend, too. That had been made clear to him when it had been decided that survivalist training would be issued, just to double down on their mission's chances of success. It wasn't that Ignis, or Gladio - certainly not Gladio - needed the training, it was just that no one, including Ignis, considered it a good idea to leave a cadre of extremely powerful Lowerworlders under the sole supervision of a member of the Kingsglaive.

Particularly when said Glaive was Levi. Noct may like him, but Ignis would have much preferred someone a little more personable.