"Right...Should probably arrange for some first aid for the poor bastard. Or has that already been taken care of?" he responded, seemingly a bit detached from things.
As Lewis looked beyond him, Harrison stated, "I didn't notice much concern; I'd guess the poor guy was simply KO'd on the spot ... "
Frank trailed off as the other man continued to speak, "There isn't a lot to be happy about right now, friend," Lewis meandered towards the other end of the bar from where the action was, and bid Harrison over with a gesture. Before he could formulate how to react to the last comment, the older man went on, "So ... introductions. I'm Lewis, Lieutenant Commander ... although you probably figured that out already."
Attempting to hide his reluctance to move into the open - where chaos may soon erupt - he caught back up to the renowned pilot, and offered his hand. Shaking hands, he said, "Yeah, you've got quite the service record. I'm Frank Harrison ... I do logistics and am XO of the Des Moines. Pleasure to meet you."
Reginald nodded, then motioned towards the barman, "So...what will you take?"
"I'll take a pint of the local brew."
"You see what your knowledge tells you you're seeing. ... how, what you think the universe is, and how you react to that in everything you do, depends on what you know. And when that knowledge changes, for you, the universe changes. And that is as true for the whole of society as that is for the individual. We all are what we know, today. What we knew yesterday, was different; and so were we."
- James Burke, The Day the Universe Changed (1985)