Oh, Luka. Gyre glances between the two as that attempt at connection goes completely unacknowledged, his skin prickling a little at how blunt Eight is. It's... appreciated. He feels terrible that the princess was trying to connect with him, but direct, mostly clear answers are all he's been looking for in this past week.

He let's this awkward silence continue for a beat, reaching up to squeeze the princess' shoulder reassuringly? But once Luka moves on, he moves right with him.

"What can we do to make sure people aren't hurt by whatever it is?"