[Once he sensed the 'who' (thankfully not Kuran) & 'friend' (or rather, as indicated by feelings of excitement and pleasure with the dominant copper tang scent, 'snack'), Luke entered the labyrinth. If Karl objected to company, turning around and leaving was simple enough to do.

Casual approach to let the other know he was both present and a non-threat. No projected hostility greeted him.

Turning the coroner, he smiled. Bit of an exhibitionist Karl made no attempt at concealment.]

I am. Only have the one [snack] with you?