[ Meanwhile, Luka is left to wonder if this guy smacked his head or something similar? He’s heard stories of people being knocked out and loaded up into crates to be sold to slave traders, but the man before him sure doesn’t look like someone slavers would even try to pick on.

He sure is talking gibberish though. ]

What happened to one thing at a time?

[ There’s a lot there he doesn’t recognize. Shinra, Nibelheim. Whoever or whatever those are, he hasn’t a clue, and then there’s that last question. The emphasis on “what” has Luka scowling, an expression that shows the barest flash of fangs. There was a day where he would have decked someone for even asking, but he’s learned by now to tamp down the urge to swing his fists first and ask questions… probably never. ]

You never see a Miqo’te before? What, did you wash up from that rock you been living under?