Well, the first thing it brought him was an explosion.

A boom rippled througout the restraunt, complete with a flash of blue light, and a figure fell through onto the floor, mid-scream. It hit the ground hard, the faceplate of its helmet cracking the tiles of the floor, the figure rolling to its feet, akimbo guns held out at the rest of the room.

"Huh. Not... Not what I expected purgatory to be like to be honest." The voice was synthesised and crackly, but when the guns vanished and the figure took her helmet off, it was replaced by a rather... handsome? Handsome was perhaps the right word, despite the fact it was a woman under the helmet. Human too- with dark brown hair, tanned skin with soot marks on it, an angular jawline... Yes, handsome was the right word.

Taking in a deep breath, the figure dusted herself down, scattering soot and dust across the floor, before standing up properly, giving an awkward wave to the patrons, before looking around and realising she was in a... diner in outer space? Well, not the strangest thing she'd ever seen...

Walking up to the bar, she placed her helmet down on it and tossed her hair back, plopping her gloves inside said helmet, followed by two metal... 'Blocks' was the best thing to call them, carefully placing them inside the entire setup.

"Hi, sorry for the mess. Awfully sorry, but do you happen to know quite where I am, when I am, and do you guys have amarula? I need a fucking [i]drink."[/i]