"He was already lying back then, huh?" Luka asks, his tone unimpressed as he lifts another spoonful of stew carefully from his bowl. He pauses, of course, when Seven begins to expel another round of horrible sounding vomit - thankfully onto the floor and not the table, at the very least.

"It's... good, to get that all out right?" Luka's expression fades into a concerned frown at the noise. Hopefully that was the last, or close to the last, bit of Protector toxins the monster had in them? "Like a really bad hangover, or something."