Agent K looked, for all the worlds, like he'd been on the ship for ages. He was quick to adapt to any situation he was dropped into which was why he was one of the "best of the best of the best", and it usually was to his benefit in a dangerous situation.

Here, though, it just sort of meant that he adapted quick and then he had nothing much more to do except sit and sip something that tasted like the strongest damn coffee he'd ever drank. Raktijino, did they say? Sure as hell had the name for somethin' that'd kick your ass into staying awake for twenty-four hours.

For the moment he had a table all to himself, but company wasn't something that'd go amiss.