"Do you want to see an image of my room?" Maybe that will convince him. Somehow.

"Sure, go ahead."

She provides one, projecting onto Bar's surface. And -- there she is, reclined in an ergonomic VR-chair complete with neck brace, in a windowless white room lit by LEDs.

"That... that can't be true."

And then they hear a bloodcurdling scream coming from somewhere else in the bar, then someone laughs triumphantly from another point, and then a lot of panic noises or distressed noises coming from everywhere.

"What was that?"

Well, it might depend what direction she is looking at, people are not running away screaming, but they're moving around confused. The person that screamed was apparently a old woman, she is covered on what looks like the skin of a young woman, complete with hair and make up. The man laughing was someone tall of middle-eastern descent (or equivalent) he is rubbing his wrists and is smiling, there is a boy on the floor near him, looking absolutely terrified.

"What is going on?" Henry asks and there is another scream of terror.

Naomi writes a quick note to Bar. Information please? Help? Announcements?

The lights don't turn off, and the napkin just appears. Some sort of anti-magic effect coming from your friend, and some people here are dependant of magic.

Her "friend" is currently staring at the crowd confused.

Will it stop if he goes upstairs?

Maybe. Please try. Security should've show up but they aren't responding.

"Henry. Bar says we should head upstairs."

Henry nods and follows her upstairs.

And are the people downstairs okay?

Well, things do seen to have calm down a little. Naomi catches sight of a half-naked old man running to the backyard screaming "The spell has been broken!The spell has been broken!". The old woman is cradling the skin like someone would cradle the body of a dead loved one. The tall middle-eastern man is crouching in front of the boy, talking quietly to him, whatever he is saying is leaving the boy utterly terrified.

Naomi goes to the old woman. "Are you okay? Do you need help?"

She looks up. "You have a beautiful skin. Would you give it to me?"

Naomi backs away and checks on the man and the boy. 

The old woman looks disappointed but not surprised.

The man is quietly describing Terrible Things he is going to do once he is back and free to do anything he wishes. Those Terrible Things are capable of scaring adults, so the it's reasonable that the boy would be crying and scared.

... this is her fault and therefore her responsibility --

She writes a quick note to Bar -- Can that ... man ... be locked in?

You can just talk out loud to me. And no. He didn't commit anything while inside Milliways and he wouldn't be kept indefinitely.

Naomi doesn't know any magic, she's a terrible negotiator, she's not strong or fast --

The only thing she had was information -- ha! -- and look at how that dreked everyone up.

Unless she can't do anything about the man's plans anyhow, she's only one person -- 

Henry shows up again. "Hi again, did you solve whatever was going on?"

'Drek. Drek, I forgot to tell you -- you need to be upstairs because you have -- some sort of anti-magic field, Bar identified it, there are people here who were relying on magic and they're not safe right now."

"I am... I am so sorry."

He runs upstairs.

Are there any other immediate crises downstairs? That she can help with? She can buy anything she needs from Bar if it's not magic; she has the money.