Luna's still reeling from Sigma's death just a short while ago, the last remaining person of the closest thing she once had to a family now dead and murdered. He hadn't been close but he had been closer, and - wouldn't it be ironic if the murderer cam here and found her too. Her failure would be even more complete that way.

She's caught between guilt and panic as she hears a noise in another room, and senses a familiar mind there. She nearly runs away thinking Sigma's murderer has come to finish off her too, but the nagging feeling that she knows this mind from before keeps her from it as much as the knowledge that there are children alive now who need help. She ventures towards the disturbance, mind still swirling, and she's almost relieved to see Firo there coughing in the smoke.

"Firo! It's--it's you." She's glad it's him, but she doesn't sound any calmer as she looks him over. Her voice wavers, trying to keep out the lingering fear. "Be careful! Smoke is dangerous to breathe in. Can you--can you cover your mouth?"