He stares at that robotic eye for a moment, his mind flicking back to his time on the bridge yesterday. He has questions for her, but they just seem remarkably less important in the face of the Protector's threats.

"They might listen to Luka. He's... the princess. And has fans," he says softly, trying to consider what the world might think of a princess standing up so clearly to the Protector. "How did he do that uh, thing? Where he was on everyone's phone at the same time? Could we do that?"