This place was so big, Trance wasn't sure where to start. Granted, she had seen a lot in her life, and this looked much like every other city of a humanoid denominated post-industrial post-information non-slipstream capable planet that she had come across. But the very fact that it could keep her from leaving was enough to spark the young woman's interests. So she had explored, nooks and crankies and every inch that she had wandered across yet.
She had peeked into the drinking establishment for a moment, still utterly fascinated by the recreation, and she had slipped over to the bar with a certain ease, her newly reformed tail (this body was just a animated shell, after all. it had reformed upon her entrance into the tesseract.) swishing behind her as she took a place next to a young man about Harper's age, maybe a bit older.
"You know, I never really did understand the human fascination with poisoning themselves," Trance said in an offhanded manner. "But the drinks can be quite good for something that could kill you. Not that I mean you specifically," Trance amended with a sheepish smile. "You in the general sense."