"Ha! There we go! Patience. I've got the patience of a very, very disenchanted saint," he sipped his own drink, grinning around the straw. "And I kinda assumed from the way people were talking that my righteous indignance was kinda premature, but, really now? I've made frat boys slow dance with aliens to teach 'em a lesson. The weird stuff's normal. It's when you bring a buncha people being idiots together in one big group that makes me doubt the human race... Not that half the Barge is human in the strictest sense, but whatever."