The man's just as surprised to see her as she is, given the knife he quickly hides behind him. And given his state of dress, Luna's wondering if maybe he's just hiding out from the eternal night. Would John know about it? There's an uncomfortable little pang in her stomach, a reminder of his absence.

There's a long pause as she watches the gestures carefully, a mix of curious and slight confusion at those rather than a verbal response. She's not quite sure as the context of his uncertainty, something about her — she gets that much. Her head tilts to side, frowning for a moment. Perhaps he doesn't speak, she supposes.

"Just a moment." There's another pause before she turns to reach in her satchel, rooting around in it for a quick moment to pull out of one of her notebooks she uses for her studies, along with a biro. Thankfully, there's no quill and ink. She holds them both up to show him before holding them out to him.

"Would this help?"