"You're right." Luka nods. He's trying to imagine Twelve's chaos being confined to something as mundane as a house, and the concept makes him smile. "Even if its not the Wizard or Twelve, we're bound to find someone there who can point us in the right direction."

So Luka feels out for the direction of the house instead. When he finds it, he'll start heading that way.

"Is there more food here than just what they're growing?" Luka inquires as he starts to move. "Raw vegetables from space aren't exactly a balanced meal."