Luke takes a moment to respond, then shakes the offered hand. He's wearing black leather gloves and there's something slightly not right about his hand, the metal frame too unyielding, the glove slightly cooler than maybe normal.

"Luke. Yeah, I'm doing fine, I have it easy compared to a lot. I'm used to changing planets and cultures and they've put me in this big, empty apartment with more space than I know what to do with. Well... you know what I mean, right?" That lack of a mark thing.