He'd already sensed the bar's seeming... sentience. He felt relieved to realise he wasn't just imagining it, and it showed on his face. "I'll do what I can, since I guess I'll be here a while."

He touches Bar again and asks for a note and something to write with, then starts jotting down his name and qualifications for the message board.

"Which New Orleans? In the same world you came from?"