Luka. [Olivia looks him up and down, curious about any signs of dishevelment after everything he went through today. As she wipes some sauce from the corner of her mouth, her eyes search his features for a bruise.] What's the, uh. Why, um. Wh- I heard Gyre punched you. Saw it, too, actually. Press is having a field day with you two. Some of your fans want to actually, like, kill him.

[She sips her coke.] So. What the fuck?