"This ship has no ladders or open exits?" He sounded almost affronted as he asked, but followed Telemachus into the turbolift with the caution of a cat being introduced to a new house. Once he was inside, he kept near the door and eyed the walls for useful and suspicious seams.

"One should insist on being served the best," he said to Telemachus, assuming that was what he meant by substandard drinks. Not what the true issue was. Of course, a Nietzschean (especially one of his blood) shouldn't be pampered but they should know when to demand the best.