Gyre turns to look at Luka, listening as he answers the question. He sighs as he hears, relaxing even if only slightly at the new that they're all safe. That's all that matters now. They got Seven out, and no one else died. That's enough.

Or well, it would be enough if Ten didn't go an show them that broadcast. His chest tightens awfully as he suddenly realizes what this must look like to the rest of the world. He doesn't doubt what they're doing at all, but he's more then aware of the power of a crowd when it's turned against you. His eyes flick over the faces of the newscasters, trying to find something in it to cling onto. The second they flip to economic predictions though, he's utterly lost, turning to the four of them again.

"Who helped?" he asks almost automatically, falling into the familiar rhythm he has with the Wizard. "How long will it take him to get back?"

He realizes something about halfway through that question, and his attention snaps to Luka, taking a nervous step towards him instead. "Does he know you're here?"