Space may have been the final frontier, but traversing the social niceties that made everyone like you was definitely the least explored frontier of all. One wrong word or gesture and everyone could think you were a complete ass. One wrong look and a Nausican could try to rip your spine out through your nose. As a Risian, Makari had learned early on the power of saying the right thing and being friendly to everyone and anyone. His planet's livelihood depended on their outgoing and friendly nature. It came to them naturally. But life on a resort oasis of a planet was never the same as life on a star ship, especially a small star ship where quarters were close and space was tight.<br/><br/>It took extra work then, an intricate balance of command hierarchy, knowing when to say things and when to just follow orders and another part of social friendliness and an unwillingness to accept the fact you were disliked or came off as odd. Part of the fun of making everyone like you after all was the fact it was sometimes harder. Just as the fun of work was it was hard... yeah... that one was a bit harder to latch onto, and Makari would have laughed but it would have been all manner of inappropriate as the doctor was inviting him to sit at her table once she found one.<br/><br/>Instead he smiled and nodded and once she had seated herself he grabbed himself a drink, frilly and over the top with an umbrella and what he assumed was supposed to be some exotic fruit stuck to the rim and took a seat, where she was now sitting with one of the few men on the ship who even outranked him. The first officer was hardly an imposing man, not all bulk and muscle or some exotic mix of alien eccentricity, but he did hold the rank of commander, and was next in line after the captain to command the ship. Makari respected that, understood the need for a chain of command, knew his own place in it, and stood by the table quietly as the doctor spoke. "Sahara, you didn't say you would be sitting with the big wigs," Makari commented lightly with a small smile, and then turned to the first officer. "Commander, pleasure to meet you, I'm Lieutenant Commander Osiel," He offered, switching to a more formal tone than he had used with the doctor.