It was going fine. John had tossed back several shots of something blue and glowing at this point, had outright bought a bottle of the stuff (now that he'd figured out what the money here looked like and how to make an illusion of it) and was now nodding along to something he was saying, both of them clearly not wanting to point all while getting and giving directions.
John turned away from the bar, two shots in hand, and offered one over to Strange with a raised eyebrow. "Gonna make it, mate?" He asked, even as he lead them to the door again. "We gotta go talk to some bloke called a Hutt to get what we're looking for. They do all the trade deals around here. You find anything fun in your -- wandering?"