His growing frustration only escalates with the sudden appearance of the child again. Punching in numbers is making itself increasingly clear that it will not be a viable option. The Wizard hasn't moved or communicated. And now the kid is back.

"I don't know them, and they're being VERY RUDE, if I may say." Luka says between clenched teeth.

He feels like a cornered animal and all his instincts are telling him to just run, now. And he would, if the ground weren't laden with electrified cracks.

"Hey, kid, do you know a way out of here, by any chance?" he finally asks.