Luka braces himself at the sound of shattering glass, gripping onto a nearby train seat and ducking down in an attempt to dodge any debris.

"What the hell was that?! Another monster?!" he asks, frantic. "Are you okay, Rory?"

Luka begins feeling around on the floor for anything that might work as a weapon should it come down to that. He wasn't a Knight, but three against two was better odds. He grits his teeth in frustration as nothing useful seems to be around him. He doubted the errant butter knife or broken dishware would be particularly effective in this scenario but begins tossing things in the direction of the crash regardless.

"This is a terrible time for the Protector to be ghosting me." Luka groans.

[Luka throws dishes and silverware in the direction of the half-child monster.]