He yawns his way down the stairs, ambles over to Bar, sits, and says, "I have a yearning for maple mead today."
The front door opens and someone comes in - a tall woman wearing a dark jacket over a tan shirt and trousers with a vaguely uniform look. Her hair is tucked up under a round blue hat, but the few wisps that escape it are red. She has soft black slippers on her feet and looks to be in a hurry, glancing over her shoulder as she passes the threshold.
When she comes fully into the room and turns forward again, and therefore catches sight of Aral and Cam, her hands fly to her mouth and she swallows a hoarse shriek into a faint high peeping noise like an alarmed baby bird.
...well, she is not an Elf and Maiar seem unlikely to dress like that so it's probably not Cam who has startled her. Unless she just objects to the extremities but it's kind of short notice to do anything about them.
After a few seconds, and a glance around to verify that she and the two at the bar are the only people in the room, she lowers her hands and finds her voice.
"Aral?!" she hisses incredulously. "What are you doing here?"
...he looks up from his milkshake and turns around.
"I'm - not here - or rather, you're not there - we've encountered some kind of temporospatial anomaly which I'm sure you'll find fascinating—"
"Just tell me I can use it to escape my therapist and I don't care if we've encountered the place wormholes go when they want a drink."
He shakes his head and laughs softly. "Yes, you certainly can do that, at least if you find my father's house on Barrayar an acceptable alternative."
"As it happens, that's exactly where I was headed, so thank you for saving me the trip. I was about to land some innocent cargo pilot in a bit of trouble."
"...And why are you in the process of doing to Beta Colony what you did to the General Vorkraft?"
She drags the hat off her head and shakes out her hair with a weary little laugh. "Anyway, enough of Beta Colony, I'm thoroughly done with the place. I take it your offer is still open?"
"Pleased to meet you," says Cordelia. "I suppose you're not actually a wormhole. And if Aral called me his 'former prisoner' as though that qualified as an explanation, you must have been talking a while."
"He was explaining why he's been here for a week and has kept asking the bar for maple mead."