T'Pol had little idea what to make of this all, first she had wound up here of no obvious method and now a party. How random, loud, meaningless and utterly human.

She stood very still at first, lips thinned in observance of the merriment around her until it swelled to the point where she needed to step out of the way. That step lead her to a corner of the bar and an order of water.

The person next to her wore a uniform that looked...well familiar but not. T'Pol was intrigued despite herself and frankly dealing with one human seemed preferable to dealing with the mass of life otherwise around her.

"Excuse me," She offered, quietly but firmly. "May I ask you about your uniform?"