Luka wordlessly crouches down and starts feeling around the rubble in an effort to help. His arms frantically move over the piles of indeterminate debris around them, though nothing is feeling quite like what he's looking for. All cement, dust, fiberglass -- until he picks up on the faint clicking noises that he recognizes as vocal.

"Is that you?" He asks, not really expecting any sort of answer. Luka hones in on the sound and starts searching in its direction. Luckily for them both, Luka's hearing is keen -- he finds where Gyre's head has ended up and begins moving the rubble around it.

When he finds it, he unceremoniously grips Gyre's head by the hair and yoinks it straight up.

"Gods, I hope this is the right one."