Well it's a good thing someone is pulling him forward. Even if he resists very slightly, the forward momentum wakes him back up out of his anxious cultural tangle. He steps just inside the door at least, though he pulls his arm free from the other after that. The room is bare enough that he doesn't feel like he needs to guide him. He can hang back, beginning to observe Eight curiously.

Or well. He thinks he can hang back until Luka starts asking all those frantic questions, his attention snapping from the monster to the princess. Immediately he takes a few steps closer, touching his back gently but otherwise not sure how to reassure him.

"What happened--? Are you alright?"