Twelve takes a step back once the key's been taken. She has something else in mind than what Luka's asking, though, and her whisper comes only to him as she answers:

"You fight me next time."

Six, meanwhile, blinks several times at Gyre's question but then nods: Sure he'll answer but: "Uh." He stammers for a moment, bringing his hands together to wring them briefly before lowering them to his sides again.

"You can't really be afraid of something you don't know right? I just don't know what they want. Eleven said they knew 'a little' about what they want? But I don't." He shrugs, sounding utterly uncertain about all of this.

Meanwhile, at the far bench, Eight sends Luka a text: "Ready?"

... Impatient much?