"Oh? So you have... differently-decorated cards? Psychic pokémon bank tellers? ID numbers?"

He looks around for a napkin on the subject of power outlets. If the bar's aesthetic is a product of the home culture of its owners, presumably some sort of human, he predicts that if there are power outlets, they'd be some common Earth type.

Or, no, scratch that, he predicts they're probably magic and conform to the power interface requirements of whoever's using them, because they can do that kind of thing apparently. Or they're not there to discourage loitering.