Booker offered a grin, and downed more of his drink, before letting his fingers play over the strings, playing a bit of quiet jazz, low and simple. He hadn't known what i was when he first started playing it, but his time in Neptune had changed that.

"You're another of us displaced folk, then? But one who knows the Federation?"

He hmmed. "The Klingons are attacking? Now why would they do that?" And wasn't there one who was a part of the crew? Hmmm.