Luka is at a loss, the list of things he can think to ask dwindling as the weight of everything they've learned so far occupies his thoughts. He moves one hand to pet Gyre's hair, a comforting touch that's as much for him as it is for Gyre.

Luka's not sure if he wants to press further on the communications. What if they could contact more of the AESS staff, and they were just as ruthless about the mission as the Protector?

"There were other survivors from the origin planet. There must be ships like this one out there. Do you know any of those ships' status? Location?" There's a determination in his voice as he asks, accompanied by a hint of desperation.