He's in that old scrappy Moldy Crow. He's got food, water, oxygen... but seems I forgot to give him toilet-bathroom key... it might be stinky in there... so you can keep the ship - for good memories.
Waitress's face becomes white, she grabs keys, moves backwards accidentally kicking an empty table, finally, she starts running and leaves the bar.
Young man drinks his water with eyes closed, inhaling deeper and deeper, then puts an empty glass, exhales with a relief, puts a colorful ID on the table, faces Silver and says.