"I'm looking for..." Luka stops there, realizing he doesn't know what he was looking for. He instead moves toward the table, and takes a seat at the first chair he can find that doesn't seem absurdly far from where the Wizard's settled.

"I just needed somewhere to be, I guess?" He says as he lets his guitar case fall carefully beside the chair. "Sorry to just... invite myself here. It felt like the only place I could go that isn't outwardly hostile. Who would have guessed."