Kirk watched the proceedings, a little impressed at how it had all worked out and the sheer efficiency of the bouncers. That spoke of having done this a number of times, which said a thing or two about the daily routines of this bar. He supposed they might shuck him out into the cold, though he hoped not. Maybe some closet. Still not comfortable, but less likely to result in frostbite.

"You said you weren't a native," Kirk turned his attention back to his companion, cupping his flagon of beer and sipping the liquid, not sure what to think of it as it washed down his throat. "From whereabouts do you come from then, if you don't mind me asking?" The more information on this strange world he could get without immediately outing himself the better.