It's a bar, with a view out the window of galaxies and stars exploding. There's people in it - not many, most not talking to each other - and out of the corner of his eye something Strange.

"Hey, you alright?" asks a voice, from beside him, just out of sight. The voice sounds like a chorus trying very, very hard to pretend to be a singular voice and not quite succeeding. 

He flinches slightly away from the voice. "I- yes, yes, of course, ma'am, m'sorry."

"No need to apologize. First time coming here?"

"I- yes, ma'am. I- I don't- know. Where? This was- the door should've been to where I sleep?"

"Yeah, this place does that. This's Milliways, bar at the end of the universe. It's a bit unclear which universe. It apparently sometimes steals doors, so they lead here instead of where you were going. Once you shut the door, time's paused in your home universe, so you don't have to worry about people missing you."

He turns a little more towards her, tilting his head. "I- how?" he asks a little blankly. "-sorry. Shouldn't- Don't need to know."

She looks - like she doesn't quite fit. Like someone painted her into reality. Her skin's too smooth, without the little irregularities and pockmarks and wrinkles of normal skin. Her eyes are perhaps a smidge too wide and set too far apart, her smile stretches too far into her cheeks. There's a - raven-like thing on her shoulder, which regards Nova with far too many eyes. It looks like a hole in reality, its darker than black feathers shining with impossible colors, those which remain when all other colors have been consumed.

"Asking questions is perfectly alright! And no one's quite sure. Where are you from?"

He chews slightly at his lip. "I- the- church, on the island, ma'am?" Pauses, thinks about what she's said. "I- don't know more than that."

"It's okay. Hey, why don't we go sit down? You can get a drink from Bar if you'd like, first drink's always free."

"I- yes, ma'am, as you say," he agrees, but doesn't immediately move to do so.

"C'mon, Bar's this way." 

(When she moves, her body seems to be following half a step behind her.)

He's not exactly tracking her, but he stays just out of arm's reach of her body, and follows obediently.

She leads him up to the bar. "Bar's good at matching drinks to a person, if you're not craving anything specific."

"I- just- just water is fine," he mumbles. "I- I don't actually need-"

"It's okay, it's free, and Bar enjoys her work," she says, her face forming into what probably used to be a reassuring smile.

He's not actually looking at her face, but he doesn't have much experience with reassuring smiles anyway. He stares a little blankly at the bar (Bar?). "I uh. Water would be good."

"Well, why don't you ask Bar, then? She'll be able to hear you. She communicates through napkins, and the drinks just kinda appear, so don't be startled, okay?"

She goes up and orders 'something I've never had before' to demonstrate (then leans over and says, too low for Nova to hear, "Any food or drinks or clothes he wants are on my tab." People keep insisting on paying her for consulting with money instead of or in addition to stories, so she has money to burn.)

Something light brown with veins of gold appears on the countertop. Sarah takes it with a "Thank you."

He hesitates for a moment chewing on his lip. "Can I have a water please?" he requests timidly.

A glass of clear water appears on the bar top.

"Thank you," Nova murmurs, although he doesn't immediately pick the glass up.

Sarah sips her drink. "Excellent as ever, Bar," she says, then turns to Nova. "It's fine to drink. Why don't we take our drinks and sit down at my usual table?"

"Yes, ma'am," he agrees, lifting the glass.

After a brief hesitation, he sips at it. (It appears to be water in appearance and taste, in everything except the fact that it doesn't hurt when it touches his lips.)

She leads the way over to her usual table, which is fairly secluded and has a sign laid down so its lettering isn't visible. "Go on and take a seat, any one you like."

He looks cautiously at the seats, and eventually perches on one where he can keep his eyes on the room around him, keeping the glass close to his chest.

She smiles, cradling her own drink. "What's it like, where you're from? If you don't mind telling me, that is."

He shrugs a little, half starts to draw his legs up, realises that probably isn't a good idea and stops. "I- not this?" he says, and winces. "I- don't know. Much. Just- the island. And the church."

"That's alright. I'm just - overly curious about other worlds, I suppose. Mine was a bit... Strange, apparently."