Koji had been searching for some time, trying to find a bar in this place. Of course, he hadn't thought of asking the computer until the very last minute, and so he'd actually wasted a lot of time that he could have otherwise wasted drinking, or just 'chilling' as he liked to call it.
He entered and seated himself at the bar, raising a gray-gloved hand to call for the bartender's attention. He got it soon enough, and in a low voice he addressed the man, "Give me something light, and if you've got any food as well, then please don't skimp. I've got the money."
As the bartender moved off to get the order ready, Koji looked around the room and noticed nobody familiar, though one of them remotely reminded him of a soldier he had given orders to... except he had apparently been ripped apart by shrapnel or something. The bar was relatively empty but for a few people, and Koji liked it that way - if there wasn't many people here then he was less likely to be looked down upon for being seen in a bar.
With a sigh, he pulled the gloves off and put them into his pockets, loosening up the gray-paneled uniform a bit as well. He had not had a good day, and perhaps this would help him loosen up?