"Yes, get away from magic mindreader lady unless you want her magically mindreading you! What's been chasing you, you look like hell."
(Magic mindreader lady is trying to help, but hindered by falling off her barstool and only barely being caught by her brother.)
Now that he isn't being chased by space pirates, it's much harder to ignore the broken shoulder, but the motivation of not having his mind read by strange women is sufficient to propel him several steps backward before he stops and leans carefully against the edge of a table.
"You're just on the edge of my range there," she says, hauling herself back onto her barstool, "flickering in and out."
"I wonder if space pirates are a problem that can be solved with fire."
"Why fire? Do you happen to have a lot of fire lying around? Why is there a magical mindreading woman in the time-travelling bar? Can someone please find me some bloody painkillers?"
"We found it, same as you. I have fire powers the same way I have mindreading powers. If you want to wait fifteen minutes I can send Aleko to get someone who has bone powers and fix you outright, but I don't think you're in enough pain to want me to try dulling it with mind magic."
"Oh, Miles, look at that, apparently the magic bar does magic painkillers."
The painkillers themselves would not be magical.
"I stand corrected."
"...Hell yes, free painkillers, hell yes someone to fix my shoulder," says Miles. "I like your magic time-travelling bar, Ivan."
"She", please. A glass of something milky-white appears.
"I also didn't know she had a gender identity. I am learning so many things."
Just Bar will do.
"Bar, can I in fact send Aleko to fetch Ekador, or will something about this plan fail?"
There is nothing wrong with your plan as long as you hold the door open while he's doing this. If you let it close while you are in the bar, time in your world will stop, and if you let it close while no one from your world is in the bar, the door will resume being a door to wherever it normally goes.
"Aha. Okay. I'll hold the door, Aleko, you run and get Ekador."
"Hey, Ekador, there's a guy with some broken bones, come fix him?"
"Not far. Also, the door to the chapel has turned into a door to a time traveling bar! It's an exciting day."
"Your model is near flawless, from the glimpse I got," Kiri informs Mark. "Although I don't think you were hurting for reassurance on that."
"My little brother is psychic: now confirmed by actual mindreader?" inquires Miles dryly. "Ivan, bring me my painkiller."
Ivan brings him the painkiller, staying out of Kiri's range in so doing.
"Thank you." He takes it - with his left hand - and drinks. "Oh, that tastes much less disgusting than I expected, well done magic bar."
The painkiller also kicks in pretty damn quick. And doesn't give Miles any funny side effects! What a lovely painkiller.
"What do I do with the glass?" Ivan asks the bar.
Just set it down on me.
"Oookay." Ivan sets the glass down on the bar.
"And I'm not hallucinating," Miles reports cheerfully after a few seconds. "Well done, magic bar."