Luka feels his heart jump when he runs his hand over the keypad. Sure, it's barely there, but it's better than nothing. He begins mashing the keys in indiscriminate order, hoping to stumble onto the passcode with random, dumb luck. Why couldn't this just be a handle?! he thinks, barely containing a groan.

He continues attempting passcode combinations with one hand, hoping the... Wizard? doesn't find it offensive or grounds for some kind of retaliation.

"Well, are you going to explain yourself?" Luka asks.