It takes Luka a few moments to adjust again, his heart still racing from his encounter in the previous room. This isn't his home anymore. The light level, the feel of aged wood floorboards under his feet - none of it matched up. But the location was all too familiar nonetheless.

"No way." He whispers, stepping out onto the stage. He wasn't used to it being quite so empty - there was usually at least a few crew members bumbling around somewhere. "This is the Queen of Clubs!"

He hops into a seated position and slides off the stage, taking a few steps into the open pit area.

"Oh, I saw so many great shows here!" He beams proudly. "And I played a few myself, too."

But his excitement tapers off when he remembers that they're here for another purpose. And that none of this likely interests Nine at all!

"Right, the machines. You see one anywhere, Nine?"