"Oh, Eleven?" Luka's excited that it turned out to be them! He turns in the direction of their voice, eyes catching on the familiar glowing pendant again.

"I think there's some stew left." Luka adds onto Gyre's suggestion. "Unless she'd like something else?"

He rises to his feet and adjusts his clothing, making himself presentable in the presence of Eleven.

"Are you going to stick around? Seven said you had some answers for us."