[JAG Offices-> Promenade]
Hust had finished for now, and his stomach had decided that it was time for lunch. He clocked out of the office and wandered down to the restaurants and other cafes, wandering around. Unlike last time he had been here, he was wearing his uniform and wasn't skulking around trying to be unseen. How he simply walked around normally, and entered a small cafe where he got some hot, plain tomato soup. That was one of over fourteen varieties... how complicated could it get?
He sat back and ate it quietly, enjoying the vocal noise... but not as much the mental noise that he was still not used to again. The cafe had a good window view of space, and he watched some of the ships arriving and departing. How strange it was, hundreds of years ago a spaceship launching would be an occasion for celebration and hero-crowning, but now it was so commonplace that nobody batted an eye.
He continued to think about that, as more ships exited and entered warp, a constant stream of traffic to this zombie-free, alien-attack-free, danger-freeâ„¢ corner of space. It was a rather relaxing sight to behold.