"pff, whatever sir" Xing said with good humor. He opened the small computer installed at their booth, and programmed the next song which he downloaded from his do-all datapad to be played.
"I know I know, but I recently waited days to land without being detected on Manhatten to contact some operatives... can't believe all the funny garbage being spread by those libertonian imperialists - heck I even had to endure a religious chorus from a crazy Xenos..."
He then ordered a non-alcoholic drink, and begun to work on some incomprehensible mathematical formulas - actual equations of his prototype craft's aerodynamism, hull integrity, etc.
"Say captain", he asked suddenly, "is it me, or there are no other men and women of my people in that coalition?" frowning as he finished, looking concentrated on a perticularly complexe formula.