Jay Byrne wandered calmly into the space station, his usual travel knapsack on his back, and his tablet in his hands, which he would glance down at from time to time, even scrolling down and typing additional words into it. After the third round of swearing directed at him from the third person he had ended up bumping into because he had not been paying attention to his surroundings, he decided that he had better find a nice spot to sip some coffee while he waited for his next ship. He had been to this space station at least 36 times, and he knew of a pretty good spot that served decent coffee, that would let him remain there for the next two hours until his connecting ship arrived. And perhaps, he had better order a snack as well. He had just arrived on a 13 hour flight, and his next flight would take at least 10 hours to arrive to his ultimate destination. It was exhausting as hell, and all he wanted to do honestly was sink into a bed and sleep.<br/><br/>Walking much quicker this time, now that he was no longer staring at his tablet, he made it to the little cafe. For a space station of this caliber, the cafe managed to provide coffee that was actually decent, so it was here that he usually waited. The other cafes, restaurants and stops had coffee that was little more than drain water, as he had discovered the first few trips he was here, so he did not even think of heading to those places. It did not matter that the owner was a crusty man who only spoke in grunts. He could be a dead zombie for all Jay cared, he would still go there if the coffee was good.<br/><br/>Jay signed as he dropped his knapsack onto a chair, sliding himself into the other chair at the table furthest from the counter. The floor was grey, felt oily and gritty and there was no way he was putting his knapsack on there. The table was little better, so Jay held his tablet in his left hand as he went to order his drink; his usual coffee, as well as a small butter pastry. As usual, his order was received with a grunt as the man grabbed at a Styrofoam cup, so Jay headed back to his seat to wait. As he waited, he leaned back against the back of the chair, rested his right leg across his left, balanced his tablet on it, and continued to peruse his usual source of information. Hopefully the coffee would keep him from yawning too much.