[Klingon Restaurant]
With half of the medical cadre gone, Hust got up and went to the bar, paying his tab and talking with the barkeep. He was putting on a guise of being normal, and was also talking to the bartender- a participant in the Klingon Opera that Mr. Kovermana had complained about earlier. He informed the barkeep, who laughed aloud, as he spoke. "This Bolian was complaining about Shevok'tah Gish? Bah! He doesn't know good music!" he said, shaking his head as he turned back to the bar. Hust sighed. "Yes, he was. I told him it wasn't a good idea but he seemed hell-bent on bringing down the Empire with this."
The barkeep scoffed, before moving on to other things, still grumbling about how the Bolian didn't like music. Thankfully, he hadn't given the Bolian's name, and there were plenty of blue-skinned Bolians on the station so both sides had nothing to fear. At least they hadn't been singing the song of the Great Tribble Hunt.