...He was sitting there for almost four hours, and no one came to him. He was a bit drunk, bored, and his head was filled with depressed thoughts. He was even thinking about entering that alien gate again to the south of the station. Interesting things out there... as interesting, as deadly. Liberty Battlecruiser, weapons platforms at least, who knows what else. No, he better get his hands on something more armored and more powerful than his fighter before going there again. Or get a couple of companions...
He looked around for the thirty-third time with the same result. He released the air from his lungs, trying to calm himself down.
He's definitely just wasting his time here.
He pulled a tasty cigar out of his pocket. An archaic lighter appeared in his hand. A bright flame touched the cigar and a first breath of smoke came out. Nothing is better to calm down your nerves than a good smoke.
He leaned back and decided to leave this place in the next twenty minutes. He felt sleepy after all.