The bar, despite being a substantial and intricate work of polished wood with no evidence of automation whatsoever, does not have a bartender. However, as she takes a seat, a napkin appears on the portion of bar in front of her. It has writing on it.

Welcome to Milliways. Can I get you something to drink?

- huh.

"Just water, please," she taps into the datapad and has it read out. "What is this place?"

A glass of water appears on top of the first napkin. Another napkin answers, A multiversal bar. It borrows doors temporarily; when you leave you will be back where and when you came from.

"All right." She holds the glass for a moment and then takes a sip. "Why?"

I'm afraid I don't have a satisfactory answer to that question.

"All right," she repeats. "Do you know if anyone here needs a healer?"

There are onsite staff for injuries and acute diseases; if you are interested in the work you may apply. Patrons may be interested in your particular skills for existing conditions or problems in their world, but you would have to find them yourself, or advertise; I haven't been asked about healing by anyone curently present.

"I don't think I'll be staying that long, but if anyone asks you can send them to me." She takes another sip of her water and looks around the room a little.

In addition to the door she came in through, there are a staircase upward and several other unmarked doors; a patron entering one reveals sunlight in the space beyond. The room has tables and booths in addition to the bar, and some near around a fireplace. There's a wider variety of styles of dress on display than species; most people in the room are apparently humans and nearly all of them are humanoids. A couple have smaller creatures nearby or on their shoulders.

Several people are sitting alone reading, mostly from paper books but a few electronic devices. A couple of booths might be dates in progress; one is strewn with the parts of some machine that a teenager is in the process of tinkering with. At a table, a man finishes a conversation with a small spherical droid hovering above another chair, picks up a case from the table, and exits through the door Devika came in, but to a rainy street, not to the corridor she might expect.

The fireplace catches her eye, and the conversation with the droid; she stares a little at the door after the man goes through before glancing around the room again, noting that nobody else seems surprised, and taking her water and her datapad to go sit by the fire.

While she's standing up, the droid produces a sign — not a hologram but a physical card — from a compartment in its mostly-spherical body and somehow floats it down to the table:

Seeking cultural exchange and trade opportunities.

- huh.

It's not much of a detour; she heads over. "What kind of cultural exchange are you looking for?"

It turns so its single central camera faces her.

In a feminine human voice it says, “Just about anything! We're looking for the kinds of opportunities that Milliways provides, and those almost always come in unexpected forms. Is this your first time here?”

She nods. "I found the door in the Jedi hospital on Tomiuq; I work there."

“Jedi?”

"Force sensitives," she nods. "The people with special powers - it's often considered magic by people who aren't familiar with it."

The voice — and the body language of the droid(?)'s few movable appendages, which seem to be possibly there for this purpose as well as other functions — seem gently amused at this. “I expect, just as a likely guess, that you'll find it useful later to say that the Force is the magic of your world. There's many ways for worlds to work.

“What kinds of special powers do they have?”

She shrugs at the correction. "Telekinesis and sensory powers are the most common - empathy, particularly, but some people learn other types. Mild precognition, often manifesting as luck. We can learn a wide variety of other abilities or improvements on those, with practice or from innate individual talent; I'm a healer."

Nodding. “For comparison — in our world all of our people can learn to perform a kind of telekinesis and related control of matter. It's how I'm controlling this avatar; it's not robotic in the conventional technological sense as it contains sensors and other specialized devices but no motors. No one has ever verifiably had any other type of power.”

"Interesting. Our telekinesis doesn't have enough fine control for that - most of us can only apply force in one way at a time."

“From what we've observed so far, it's very unusual in that way. Since finding Milliways we've done a fair bit of exporting otherwise-impossible handicrafts and mechanical and structural components.

“Do you have any questions about us, or about Milliways or other worlds? — I should mention first that you can also ask Bar for information,” glancing at said bar, “as she is thoroughly impartial and has her own sources.”

"I'm sure they'll send a diplomat in for most of that. What kinds of things do you export?"

“I don't have any art to show right now, but for a simple example of construction, we can make structural components that do not need matter in the intervening space.”

She produces four plain glass marbles and arranges them in a tetrahedron on the table, the apex floating in space rather than any of them touching each other, then slides it across the table.

"Huh," she says, squinting at it, and then attempts to lift the top marble telekinetically.

The entire structure lifts off the table. It's at least as rigid as if it were one piece of glass instead of four.