"Doesn't matter, it's better than the sweat and smoke in there." Klaus replies, the noise of the dance hall disappearing with closed doors. He grins at Luther, like this is a place where they both belong, and leans against the wall.

"Different than you remember? The moon, I mean." One of the windows nearby opens up to show the expanse, the flat grey rocks and the brilliance of the light shining across what feels like a sea of glass. And it's beautiful. Breathtaking, really, to see it. To see the earth in the sky.

But he doesn't want to talk about why Luther was sent here, and he doesn't think Luther needs to be reminded of it, so he quickly changes the subject.
"You know, I think there's laser tag going on- I mean, I'm not exactly a sharpshooter, but I learned a thing or two in the war-"