"Yeah, well." He rests his arms on the counter. "I've been here for hours- mostly reading about physics- and nothing's given me any idea why this place is here. Someone's powerful enough to build a bar that can open into arbitrary locations and times in multiple universes, has an agenda secretive enough that they don't even tell the bar why it exists, automatically translates all languages perfectly, can materialize whatever it wants, and... and I can just leave whenever I want! I should... I ought to be being manipulated into something, right? Who goes out of their way to make... this, if it's not to..."

Max makes a weary noise and slumps back in his chair.

(And subsequently realizes it's a barstool, and struggles to regain his balance.)