[He certainly is such a child, he's terrible at hiding whatever is bothering him, however Ignis focuses on their current predicament for the time being as he scoffs lightly with an amused quirk of the corner of his mouth.]

Contrary to popular belief, I don't come prepared for everything. [Ignis squeezes the packet slightly to allow it to open further from the top, allowing him to peer inside. There's no color, it's just a fine white simple-looking powder. You'd presume it to be ground up chalk.]

Of course, there's only one way to find that out, and I'm unsure if I'd like to try my luck.

[He looks to the cooler, then to Noct.]

Have you any access to the Armiger? Check for curatives.