Luka sits at the table with the Protector, arms folded -- his expression a mix of frustration and exhaustion as a cup of jasmine tea slowly cools untouched in front of him. He's been quiet for awhile, reflecting on the chaos of the day and mourning the dramatic defeat of Four he'd planned out in his mind.

After awhile, he speaks up.

"Sooo... is this whole 'existing in the physical realm' thing new to you?"