Luka figures they're back in the garden before Gyre's confirmation - it had a very distinct feel, one starkly different from the sterile vibe of the bridge room. He's relieved to once again be in a location that observes normal gravity, though he feels unsteady on his feet after so much time spent afloat.

"What do we do?" He blinks, thumbing the key still in his hands. "Maybe Twelve needs this back. I'd like to ask the Wizard some questions, too."