It should jog loose a few memories for Estelle, definitely. They'd spent some time here before Union. But there was always a door Lucca never opened. A door she never looked at. This is that door. Her dad's old workshop.

The sound of a voice draws Lucca up short, and she slowly turns, her hands clenching and unclenching with apprehension. She cannot bring herself to look Estelle in the eyes, and her breathing comes out quick, almost hyperventilating.

"Y-Yeah...It is..."