The young man from just before re-entered the bar after being searched, looking a little more frustrated then he did when he first walked in, he ran his hand down his face as he scanned the room for a available table. seeing one behind a woman with feet on the table, he hesitantly made his way over to the seat siting down. taping his fingers on the desk he muttered to himself."How in the heck does someone crash into a my ship in a docking bay."