as Erika hesitated a young woman in a variously stained jacket turned towards her. "Let me guess... have another drink and find somewhere that's not weird? Know how it must feel, believe me. I remember when I first arrived in - never mind." She cut herself off in mid-sentence. "It's not going to happen, I'm afraid. At least not for long. Mad stuff is Starfleet's job." She smiled. "Wouldn't want it any other way."
"If it's any consolation, I'd say the strangest race you'll see much of is one you'll already have met. And I promise you, you will get used to the Vulcans. And just when you have, they'll spring something else on you... I'm Ellen by the way - Commander Ellen Hare of USS Magpie. Mind if I join you?"
She dipped into a bowl of peanuts. "Good to get back to normal food. Moba fruit and parsnips for dinner yesterday. Not bad actually, but that's how patchy Magpie's stores were getting."