See, here's someone who gets it. "Such a drag!" Holtzmann agrees, as if they're talking about something way less interesting than science, like an inevitably shitty performance from a sports team they both have the misfortune of liking. If she hasn't actually traveled to an alternate plane of existence, she's introducing Iman to the whole team.

She's never been to this bar before, so its existence doesn't tip the scales either way. Maybe it's always been here, and she's just never been down this block before. Maybe in her universe, it's a dry cleaner's. She'd be taking notes if she wasn't tragically without her camcorder. Or even a notepad, for that matter. Despite her awareness that multiple planes of reality exist, she has failed to prepare for the possibility that she might get blasted into one apropos of nothing a small-scale explosion. It's... actually kind of embarrassing.

She gives Vinny a nod, then slides into the booth, sets down the tarnished PKE meter, and gives it a tender little pat. Don't worry, mama's gonna fix you up. But first, mama's gonna get a handle on things, and also drink.

"So when you say opening and closing isn't the problem," she starts, unable to even wait until they've ordered, "are you suggesting it's always open? Is it invisible?"