Skies abruptly change colour to dandelion yellow for a second and a weird star shows up in a blink-and-you-miss-it moment as a heavy yawn is heard from beneath a blanket in the saloon's corner. Throwing it aside, a peculiar teen from yesterday stands up and rubs hie eyes, not showing any effects of hangover but sure as hell looking sleep-deprived.
Hastur: Mmm... A bit early for my tastes.
He looks around and notices the bunch, staring at visitors absently and trying to find familiar faces in it.
Hastur approaches the lizardman wilt somewhat shuffling, drowsy steps, still rubbing his eyes. He mumbles monotonously as if reciting a textbook by heart.
(@Quartz) Hastur: The eastern de facto part of the Ultima Segmentum, the eastern-most border of The Imperium of Man. Did you come from under a rock?
(@Heliodor) Hastur: Nothing serious. I've had... insomnia.
Hastur immediately orders himself a beer, then looks at Einar and Quartz.
Hastur: Well, a Wolf and... someone who looks like an underaged Slann. I take it that you're here by accident as well.
(@Albert) Hastur: ...And you'd better drop it for good some day. Y'know that you'll have troubles when you run out of these while confined to this hellhole.
Quartz: -takes out a bigass scroll from his sleeve, which he rolls out on a table nearby to reveal what seems to be a galactic map-
Well, you see, I been looked at stars to attempt determining current position. Sadly, without very good tools, but am certain we somewhere around sector of here. -points to a small spot on the map- ... Is still a bit wide, but not many twin stars, narrows the possible down.

Lisa: Uh... I'm not sure.
@Einar: -chuckles- Can't say I'm surprised by that.