The bar was nice, on the inside, nice enough anyway. Traditional. It was small, with a few tables and chairs scattered around, booths at the edges of the room, and tall bar stools surrounding a circular central bar. It had a strong colour theme of royal blue and silver – she approved.

With her head held high she walked over and sat on one of the bar stools, examining the menu before her; not the items on it just yet. It was comprised physically of a simple fragile frame, a material that felt like card but more... plastic? Then within the frame was what she could only assume to be a hologram; see through and digital. She prodded it with her finger, and it zoomed in, giving her information on a drink that she had inadvertently selected. A banana daiquiri, claiming to have originated in France during the 1700's at a ball.

She checked in her bag, thankful to see that the TARDIS had provided for her once again. She pulled out a purse and extracted something not dissimilar to a USB stick. She looked at it, frowning.

"How can I help you?" Asked the bartender, a tall man that she hadn't noticed approach.

"Um..." She pondered, trying to go back to the original menu again but failing. She held up the metal stick. "Is this money?" She asked.

"Money?" He asked with a pleasant laugh, though a little condescending. "No-ones had money in years."

"Really? Alright..." She said, looking at the stick with curiosity.

"We use Credits now." He explained. "On the pen, there." He gestured towards the metal stick in her hand.

"Oh." She said. "Right. One... banana daiquiri, I guess." She told him, handing over the stick, which he held under the desk for a second before handing it back to her with no apparent issue. A few seconds later, a tall glass with a thick, yellow liquid inside materialised on the bar in front of her. She looked at it, examining it, before gently tapping it with her finger, testing its solidity, satisfied, she picked up the glass. Looking up to the bartender, she peered at his name badge.

"Brint, yeah?" She asked, and he nodded. "Here's to you, Brint." She said, taking a large sip of the drink, placing down the menu, and somehow knocking it back to the full menu. She looked down and smiled. "I think I'll have the Velvet Asphalt next, please."

She looked up as she heard the barstool beside her being taken.