"I forgot you were a performer. Eight talks about you a lot." Nine answers as Luka explores the space and basks in the nostalgia of it. Somewhere else, Eight would be up in arms that Nine was spilling his beans! Those are his beans to spill, Nine!

"It must be important for it to be here." She adds, considering where the switch is... until a familiar voice calls out from behind the bar. This time there's the clink of a martini glass as he toasts.

"A drink, to the old me. To swear in the new me. Cheers." Bad Luka states simply, elbows leaned up against the bar behind him before he downs the contents of the martini in one go. Considering that the alcohol in that was probably pure poison, the only reason bad Luka was alive was because he was made of jello cubes. Somehow he'd found time to change into one of the outfits Luka had worn years ago. He'd pulled it from their memories, after all, so it fit him perfectly.

"The machine is probably over there." Nine adds, starting to investigate closer to where Bad Luka had revealed himself.