So, am I supposed to say what I'm going to do now?
If so, I'll write a part in a spoiler. If not, just ignore it.
John sighed. It was hard to imagine that in an age where humanity could conquer space and had the most developed technology ever, postponed flights still existed.
He turned his back to the steward and started to walk around aimlessly, until he found a place where he could get something to drink away his boredness.
"Space Can" He couldn't keep himself from grinning. He remembered how one of his squad mates referred to their ship as "The Flying Can".
He entered, despite the ridiculous name. He was surprised to find the "Space Can" to be actually quite a nice place. Instead of dull, white, plastic furniture, he found himself in a 20th century pub. He could read, from a plaque hanging on the wall, that this place was built exactly after an English pub in Manchester, the Didsbury Inn.
He took a seat and browsed through the drink list. The list of drinks was filled with oddly named beverages, so he decided to pick a random one and hope for the best.
Fireman orders a Vol XIII Vodka on the rocks...
Vol XIII is under dwarven control, and is known for the galaxies best spirts.
Red hurry-ing past the "spacecan" notes some grafiti on a nearby wall, on his way to the 1040 in progress (Dwarf with Axe, going through customs)...