"Of course, I'm-" Luka barely manages to answer before Seven's clambering down the staircase ahead. He blinks in surprise and quickens his pace as Gyre heads after them, arriving to the kitchen only moments after the other reaches it.

Luka lingers in the doorway a moment before stepping in, the familiar scent of the stew already wafting over.

"Unless the Protector stole the recipe, I doubt it..." He comments, casually taking a seat at the table and wondering how Seven had served themselves so quickly. He turns, addressing Seven directly. "Could you hear and see a lot from that tank?"