[During Zelda's rant, the arm that Giorno claimed goes tight and tense with nerves; it slowly relaxes as it becomes clear that Zelda's frustration is directed at the group at large. Honestly, he agrees with her. It is short-sighted to ignore easily accessible medical knowledge, especially given the overall uncertainty of their current environment.]

Even so, you'd think coming here would be a rude awakening. [But that's-- almost neither here nor there, because now there's an offer on the table. Of lessons? Or at least advice.] Anything you have to pass along would be helpful. I'm not-- [He sighs, sounding a little frustrated.] Our world doesn't have magic. I know I can adapt, but the mindset is completely foreign to me.

[Case in point: how can Giorno become a fruit bat. Where does his mass go. Where does his brain go. Don't worry about it, is what Giorno has said, but he can't help but worry about it. Magic doesn't make sense and, oh, he hates it.]