Well, it's a rampant disease among Starfleet officers as well... [ He almost brings his hand to his mouth to take a sip, but of course, he has nothing in them. There is a sad sigh as he turns his gaze back to the extravaganza before them that they are unwilling to participate in. ]

God, tell me about it. At least the liquor is complimentary.

So, [ Okay, here comes the awkward social interaction part. ] I haven't thanked you yet for lettin' me work in your clinic. It was mighty kind of you since I was fresh off the boat. Or the... turtle shell, I guess.