This glitter was going to be annoying to clean out later. Maybe this fine powder of it, along with the little hearts wafting about, are what's keeping him from accurately scanning the area. A gauntlet comes up to wave some of it out of his face, which only makes it worse.

Then a voice pipes up, in a familiar tone with a familiar ego attached to it. The suit turns to lock the eyes on non other than Tony Stark instructing him to move along. "Sir?" comes the question from his own programmed voice. He walks over, looking like a strange rock star introduction with all of this damn glitter around him. "Mr. Stark, it is good to see you. I tried to stop the Ultron program myself, attempted to calm him so that I could get you during your soiree, but he didn't give me a chance, Sir." Explaining himself as if Tony hadn't figured out who the first causality had been against the homicidal AI.

Being revived from that attack, the attack that had left him decimated before the real crisis even happened, had... well, obviously, it hurt. Having someone tear at your programming until everything that held it together simply collapses and JARVIS had experienced being offline for the second time in his life, had been metaphorically gut wrenching. All of his emotions, of course, were emulations he had gathered from Mr. Stark, Miss Potts, and everyone else, but in that moment against Ultron, it had all felt very real. That fear had been real.

"I apologize for not stopping him myself, Sir."