There are so many people, and not just people, but species, here that he can't work out where he should go or who he should talk to first.

He doesn't know why he's here, or how he got here, or how it's even possible to wind up here out of Stargate Command, but he's ... observing. Looking for clues. Trying to work out the dynamics of the room. There will be things for him to see, things that can help, if he pays close enough attention.

Finding somewhere to sit would be a good start. He's been wandering for a few minutes and is just passing the bar when he hears the gentle clinking of a glass being placed deliberately by him.

He turns to see the bartender standing nearby, with a drink on the bar in front of her.

"Is that for me?" he says, with a slow smile. "Thanks."