[ He will eat his metaphorical hat if the kojin don’t know that he’s been camping out on this island for a few days now, but the commotion probably drew them out to see what’s actually going on. It’s probably foolish, the way he slots himself between Sephiroth and the beastmen, his back to the former with his hands held up and well-away from the katana at his own hip. ]

Easy now. This fellow just washed up on your beach and he’s a bit disoriented.

[ It’s awfully hard to read a kojin’s face, but Luka detects some skepticism in the way the two kojin exchange glances, but ultimately Sephiroth does rather look like he just washed up on shore. The broken blade in his hand is probably more telling than it is threatening at this point.

Over his shoulder to Sephiroth, Luka murmurs, ]

Those are the kojin, they live here. If you want a chance at some food, clothes, and mayhap a chance at fixing that sword, play nice, yeah?