He nodded. The under the counter stuff was always better. He could imagine a bar on a starship not having a big stock of hard liquor. Not that he'd ever imagined a bar on a starship before.

He'd assumed that being new and drinking whiskey was what they were staring at. He hadn't thought he'd be recognized. Archer, maybe, but not him. He frowned at Jim. "I'm not that famous," he protested. "What did you do that gets you recognized?"