Well, it was fortunate Luke had decided to keep that recorder far away from his mouth or a shrill note would have assaulted the room's small population from Claude's strange drop of information. He diplomatically (as diplomatically as Luke can be) shifted his wide eyes away from Claude's face and sort of hovered around his shoulder/chest area.

"You're from the future?" He repeated, just to make sure he had heard right. "You've told Guy this...?" And he believed you was thankfully scrapped at the last moment. Luke didn't want to go around antagonizing allies and certainly not friends of friends, but it was hard to imagine. Of course, it was hard to imagine a sea of hospice workers unaware of the sinister plots that unfold with the night. Maybe it was best to just go with it. There was nothing else he could do for the time being.

"So, what's it like? The future... Anything you miss a lot being stuck in this place?"