Varian keeps himself between Luca and the Wakers until they step away, gesturing towards the boardwalk, promising food and warmth up there. Once they head off in that direction, he moves to look in his own bag, brightening up.

"Clothes and my leg!"

He pulls out a pile of clothing and his steampunk-y prosthetic. He sits on the sand, getting himself dressed and his leg back on- exhaling happily once he's done so- raising to his feet and throwing a grin in Luca's direction.

"Pretty cool, right?"