Luka's completely oblivious to the ginger-related body horror occurring mere feet away as he finishes chopping his stack of veggies. He sets the knife aside and gathers the pile between his hands, sliding it a few inches away out of his cutting area.

"They're in a tank? Are they awake?" He asks. Luka had imagined them to be in some kind of large hospital bed, despite their inhuman appearance.

"These are ready." He announces proudly. "Is there anything else to cut?"