Really, Luka? If you don't know, then just ask. Like he'd just asked. They lean back slightly as the waiter brings by a burger and they immediately point to order another meal.

"Ecqajra ecq ecqsef."
"Almost all wrong."

As they say it, they reach down to get a good grip on the new burger they've been delivered. They choose to answer him first before utterly demolishing it in a messy, squishy chomping mess that ends the burger's life in three bites. They're not going to judge how Luka eats, which is good.

"Ajci ecqus ecq sqi. Qu qu aj feniv. Us Qu qu feniv ciqu ecq ivfum. Cira ciquiv."
"Both are at fault. I want to leave. Now I can leave this shell behind. Things changed."