ooc: Sorry it's taken so long, I've been busy you know...
*Hewitt was sitting hunched over at one of the tables in the ships dining quarters when the depart announcement came over the intercom.*
We're leaving are we? And here I was thinking this bucket of bolts would never get going. Heh.
*Hewitt skulled the last of his psuedo-Burbon and winced at the taste.*
*Blah* I never realised until now just how bad this stuff really tastes. No wonder they normally put hard stuff in it. Hmm... 'pose I should get to my quarters then, not much else to do on this tincan...
*Getting to his feet easily enough after drinking ten different immitations of some of his favourite beverages, Hewitt moves from the table and heads for the dining room exit.*