"You look like an asshole, you know."

Close by? Nah, over by the bar. And you shut your mouth about his cologne, Daniel. He's been here for two days now and apparently they don't keep patchouli in space. The animals.

He grabs his napkin and wipes his mouth, though it's still full enough that his voice is muffled by meatballs and spaghetti. "Use your cane, numb nuts."