Does Bar want to buy any of her wristwatch, her necklace, and her charms bracelet?

...Jane's just put her emergency hundred dollars on a tab for them, if she can do so.  (She remembered the whole emergency-money idea when she was doing her sleep prep.)

In that case Bar is going to suggest that the kids move to a room with some bunk beds, actually.

Well, this is nice of Jane. River still also wants some independent phone call capacity. …and to arrange for her parents to pay Jane back.

People get moved from an awkward couch setup to a room. River's at least rationalizing her decision to stay up this much as reasonable given the circumstances being this weird.

And night passes, and she awakens after a rest that would be quite poor were it not for Bar being good at their job.

"...I think I want that caffeine substitute with my breakfast.  The kids are still here, right?"

Bar can get Jane a pill along with her water, a parfait glass of some very unfamiliar-looking fruit, and pancakes with a very familiar presentation.

"I wouldn't necessarily tell you if they discreetly left through some exotic method, but they haven't gone out through the door. River also asked me to tell you that she's going to ask her parents to pay you back."

"...thanks, Bar."  Her voice is...thick with emotion, because she can tell, with all this happening, that Bar really does care about her customers.

Pancakes just like her grandmom used to make, complete with the pretty plates, and the elegant silver syrup-dispenser thingy filled with a concoction of raspberries.  She really doesn't know how Bar did it, but this is exactly the sort of thing she needed to start this particular day.

She'll take a few minutes to just...enjoy that, safe from the coming travails, and then, glass of fruit and fork in hand, venture out to see what's going on with everyone today.

There's a group of antlike creatures, around an inch long, in a loose wire structure near Bar sharing a mushroom salad. Their conversations aren't audible from Jane's distance. Someone with a crocodile head walks in from upstairs, gets a to-go bag, and leaves. A few sharply-dressed people are looking through a clothing catalog the size of a phone book while sipping a golden liquid from small glasses. The kids aren't down quite yet, and neither is Griffie.

Well, she'll be waiting for them, then, fiddling with the empty fruit glass and thinking about potential plans of escape for the kids to follow.  ...She still doesn't know what they can actually do, or whether the adults have powers (probably not), or the layout, if anybody knows it...

"...Bar, how much is left from the emergency money right now?"

"A little over half? I've gotten them the cheapest available room I expect them to actually be able to sleep in."

"Alright, that's good to know."  She sighs.  "Wish I could actually do something about this other than 'have Earth money' and - well, brainstorm, I suppose.  ...I have a surprisingly trenchant tendency to want problems that can be solved by punching, for someone with no training in resolving problems via punching."

"That sounds frustrating. I think you're being helpful to those kids, it's good to feel like someone nearby cares about your situation."

"Yeah.  I...hope that I can be more helpful than just that, though.  It's...not tactile.  And apparently my brain doesn't like crediting abstract impacts."

And, while Jane and Bar are considering that, the kids head down! River looks kind of tired, and is leaning on Abby, but she's still standing.

"Hey.  Did y'all get some decent sleep, then...?"

"Mostly? River was pretty wired and insisted on taking watch. Thanks a bunch for the room, by the way."

"It's the least I could do for y'all after...all that.  ...have you had breakfast yet?  There's still money left."

"Not yet."

The kids coordinate breakfast with Bar and … mostly have free smoothies for breakfast, since they went straight to bed last night and it's not like smoothies are objectionable.

River instead has a bowl of oatmeal which she's mechanically putting in her mouth despite the fact that it seems to have some kind of sugary syrup on it.

"...River, did...you sleep at all?"

"…not really. But this is a strange place so somebody needs to keep an eye on it and if things drag on I can sleep while they're awake!"

"...Please go get some sleep.  Everyone needs to be at their best to have the best chance of success.  Or...Hey, Bar, is Griffie awake?"

Sure, River can head to the couch and somebody can keep an eye on her. It's more sensible than trying to fit multiple people onto the couch.

"Yes, Griffie is awake. Shall I notify em that you're available?"

"That I'd like their - excuse me, eir - help with a medical thing, actually.  Does their healing - specifically, Lesser Restoration - work on us baryonic-matter creatures?"