Waiting

After ordering a small quantity of psychiatric equipment from
Psychiatric Equipment Interstellar (bringing revolutionary new
techniques to your own psych-ward, guaranteed no lawsuits from your
first thirty patients or your money back) Cerebrum headed to
Parrott's bar. He had tried to see the captain, but had been informed
that he was seeing the head of the science department at the moment.
He planned to try again in about a half-hour, whether the captain
wanted to see him or not.
Cerebrum took a seat at the bar, "Bartender, give me an alcoholic
beverage."
"What?"
"Give me a beer."
As Cerebrum sipped his beer, he mused over his first impressions of
the ships and its crew. Those impressions were that the crew was
mostly insane, though, in retrospect, that might be slightly biased
since the only people he met in the course of his job were insane. So
his non-biased first impressions were that the medi-bay staff was
insane.
Whule he was waiting for an open time-slot in the captain's schedule,
he looked around the bar for someone who at least appeared normal to
talk with.