There's a sharp inhale with Luka's exclamation, enough for him to lean slightly away from Luka. Big ol' monster ears, pal. That said, he does manage to restrain the urge to shove a hand over Luka's mouth and push him into the sand so he stops attracting attention as they discuss details of cosmic importance.

"I don't know why she did it, and I don't care." He's gruff and stern now, self-aware enough to know he doesn't like dissecting the motivations of someone he's hated for most of his life. "It's done, and if it's not permanent, nothing's changing for now." There were plants, there was a body of water, a home. Those things take time to cultivate and build, far more time than they could spend in the next week or so. And thus the Monkey Knight sighs, leveling a critical gaze at his friend.

"How far does that set your plans back?" Luka wouldn't have shouted if there wasn't something riding on that place.