"Thanks" said Alan, picking up the glass of whiskey the bartender brought to him. He took a long sniff at the rim of the glass before taking a sip and muttering "Now that's some good Whiskey."
He got up and stood in front of the window, staring out into space, watching the ships slowly fly by where he had been all day. It was the end of a long day of Salvaging and flying, bringing the goods back here. Today was a particularly long day which made him appreciate the view (and the whiskey) that much more. He took another sip, contemplating as the ships passed. "This place is feeling more and more like a home every day... Much more so than the Junker bases around here" he said under is breath "I wonder if there is more i could be doing here..."
He took a large gulp, finishing the glass and returned to the bar "Another please" he said, and another was brought. "Thanks again" he said, paying for both drinks now and leaving a sizable tip, then found a seat with a good view of the planet. "Next chance I get, I'm finding Flynn and asking if there is something more I could be doing here." He continued to drink, just watching the ships fly by.