"Nope, that's literally impossible."

"Figures.

I won't hurt anyone or steal anything."

"...I have no idea what you consider to be hurting people. Especially if stealing things is in a separate category."

"Making fake invoices for $600,000 in HR services and sending them to IBM and getting $600,000 doesn't hurt anyone but it's stealing and I won't do it, even though I have been taught how in case of emergencies."

- she actually super doubts that this is a victimless crime but it's not like she knows anything about anything or is qualified to have any sort of opinions about money.

"Fine, whatever. I just can't actually accept large sums of money from random people, especially if I don't know where they got it."

"Okay. I'll tell you what my job is once I have one. I don't really know yet what options I'll have." He has a guess but he will responsibly apply for lots of normal jobs first.

"OK. - isn't Bar paying you for stuff?"

"Yeah. It might've said somewhere in the handbook how much, I didn't finish reading it."

"I could finish reading it. If you want. I don't have anything to do here besides clean things anyway."

"That'd be helpful."

She'll just read things then.

Anything about reimbursement?

Security staff receive an amount in their preferred currency equal to 512 skloradikon standard electrum ingots in value per subjective day on shift. (A helpful chart indicates that 512 skloradikon standard electrum ingots can buy 6,023 of the median-priced drink sold at Milliways.)

"Bar, how much is the median-priced drink sold here in, like, dollars?"

Nine cents. The water is free.

Scribble scribble -

- that can't be right, she does the math again -

" - you're gonna pay him five hundred dollars a day?"

It's hard to retain qualified personnel. That's actually one of the lower pay grades.

"OK! My revised plan is that we stay here for no less than two weeks, because in two weeks you will have more than six thousand dollars."

"What?"

"Bar's gonna pay you about five hundred and forty dollars per subjective day. I guess if you take two-day weekends it'll be a little bit longer than two weeks. Also that's, like, insane, but apparently it's, uh, hard to retain qualified personnel."

"Huh, okay. Maybe I should stay here for a couple years until I can buy you a nice house where you can retire and raise foster kids."

"...I wouldn't, like, stop you. I'd probably have to stay here, too, but - I can do that, I guess. It seems like maybe a kind of sensible way to approach finding a magic bar that pauses time."

"If you don't want to lose five years of your unless-I-fix-that mortal life you could step through the door into my world, I could close it, supposedly no time would pass for you."

....she is not super sure whether she trusts the Star Trek alien to open the door again. The Star Trek alien does know an awful lot about her, and is also wrong about a bunch of things the way you would expect an actual mirror universe person to be, if you were for some reason expecting alternate realities to be a thing, but maybe the Star Trek alien has been planning this for, like, a really long time, or something. Somehow.

"Are you gonna get, like, lonely?"

"Nah. Might get bored. Maybe I will try to learn a human trade or something so that when we go to your world I can get a better job."

"I'm not really sure they have better jobs, pay-wise. Other than, like, brain surgeon."