A tallish upstanding man entered the room, he didnt look at the women, and stood slowly casing the room, dressed in civilian clothing, Shorts with palmtree patterns and a white T-shirt with a large depiction of the Goddess Eris on it. The man was about 50 years old, his eyes and posture denoted experiance even though he was dressed in such a manner.
The man recognised Doctor Holiday right away from memorising the pictures of him from his ships log files, not to mention he was a famous man. He moved to the bar and placed an envelope inconspiciously next to the good doactor and ordered a drink at the same time.
Man: "A dry scotch please bartender."
he did not look at the doctor or anyone else in the room, keeping his eyes firmly on the bar table, recieving his drink, he slid a few credits across the table and nodded poitedly, moving away to a empty table.
letter reads:
"Doctor J.H Holiday, I wish to speak with you immediatly"