[ panic's far, far from a new sensation, and while it's a great motivator when there's a solid, specific danger to be running from or fighting, in a place like this, with an abstract problem like missing family, it's just useless energy, building and building towards a breaking point. ]

Kick back and have a drink? Really?

[ yes really, he realizes, because Ian would never lie to him about something like this. luke knows damn well he loves those kids like his own sisters, and he'd be just as ready to chase after them, if there were a way. that doesn't make it any easier to accept, and luke's running both hands through his hand, fingers curling and pulling at the roots as the looks out at the surroundings helplessly.

every time he's come up on this issue, being separated from them, he's always immediately gone into search and rescue mode. on another planet, how is he supposed to even start? what hope is there, and what kind of brother or guardian can he call himself if he doesn't go to the ends of the earth (or whatever you call this rock) to chase the smallest wisp of possibility of finding them? ]

Is there at least, fuck, a comms set up? [ he turns back to ask ian, sounding more like a plead than a question, edge of desperation in his eyes. ] A call I can put out? Danny's got real good with wiring up radios these days.