"Ah, yes. The atmosphere-burned transport," he said, taking a sip of his now-tropical beverage. "It's quite large -- thankfully we have experience in repairing and reconstructing starships without the proper facilities."
He looks down at Rand's glass of water and gently taps the small, barely noticeable packet on the counter next to it. "Purification powder. Might help with the taste a bit. Some of the more pirate-y types around here call it 'wimp dust', but I prefer my water not to have a tang of polycarbonate, don't you agree?