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The crowd was steady but manageable as people going off shift were coming in to unwind a bit. These folks made the job easy for the Klingon guard that maintained watch. He often sat with one of his own at a small table at the entrance. Although all visitors had to turn their sidearms over upon entry on the ship, he made an extra check. Every so often the young bar maid would bring him a glass of prune juice to keep his whistle wet although food was something she didn't serve them as she found their tastes repulsive.
She was wiping the bar down while she had a second when she noticed the stranger sitting in a far table. She sighed, wondering if someone of the waitstaff was going to pay attention to him. After several minutes with no attention, she again sighed, put her rag behind the counter, grabbed her order pad and walked over to his table.
"I'm sorry, Sir, but it seems as if the rest of the staff hasn't noticed you here," she explained, "my apologies."
He didn't have to look hard to tell that she was a bit tired and stressed, as if much was on her plate but she was trying to hide it. She was respectable to the guest but she didn't really smile much. She then handed him a menu as she looked over at the bar where another drink order was coming in.
"You will have to excuse me, Sir," she said with a slight hint of annoyance at the slacking of her staff, "I will be back in a minute to take your order."
She quickly walked back to her position and began giving one of the waitresses a quick pep talk, pointing in the direction of the stranger as if she needed to pay more attention.
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