Andreas had left the ship a short time after the captain did, the human had appeared in the medical lab, asked if what supplies were needed and Andreas gave a short, but exact list of everything he deemed was 'needed' to ensure the best operational standard for the ship. As he exited onto the station, alone, one thing stuck in his mind. How the captain had referred to him as 'his man'. It was a common type of slang used amongst humans which indicated friendship. Andreas was no man, he was an android, and the captain certainly knew that. Perhaps the captain thought of him as a human? Though he displayed so many signs of an android, odd.

His eyes scanned the his new surroundings as he quietly wandered, the sensors which were in essence his 'ears' picking up tidbits of information. Some of it was innocent talk, other that which was obviously illegal business, even some from a human male complaining that his wife wasn't 'giving out', though the android had no idea what that meant. Perhaps she didn't give to charity enough for the man's liking?

Just then he received the message from the captain about an incident, apparently one of the crew had angered some of the station's denizens. Andreas was curious what exactly had happened, and then if any of the vengeance focused locals would be able to figure out if he was a member of the crew. If they did they would surely try to take their rage out on him, or at least question him. That would be troubling. He was not able to lie, if they asked him where the captain was or where the ship was docked then he would have to tell them. It would be best for him to meet up with the others.

Andreas made his way to The Spinning Schooner, avoiding conflict or any other interaction with the people around him. As he approached the tavern he noticed an obviously intoxicated man being escorted out. Alcohol never appealed to him, it did not affect him but it did affect humans and other races. Always in a negative way, slowed reaction time, slurred speech, just some of the issues the substance caused. He disliked that so many were addicted to it, some of the crew drank it and he disapproved.

He carefully entered the tavern, sliding past any of the people in his way. Then he found himself in the bar room, right in front of the bar where one of the bartenders eyed him as Andreas stood silent, recalling where the others were. 

"Hey there handsome, why don't I buy you a drink?" A feminine voice said to him, on his left side from a seated position. He turned towards the source, finding it to be a tough looking human girl, short blonde hair, heavy makeup, tattoos on one of her arms, likely quite painful to receive. She had offered to purchase him an alcoholic beverage, why he wondered. Perhaps she wanted to be his friend. 

The word 'handsome' meant his appearance pleased her, though he wasn't certain how that connected to friendship. It was more of a signal of romantic interest, which was not something the android was familiar with from experience. He had seen it before occur in organics, though many parts of it confused him. Why would a human female make a gesture of romance towards him, he was incompatible with her. Reproduction between the two was impossible.

"Hello." Andreas replied with a smile. The woman returned the smile before she spoke as the android noticed her state, she was intoxicated, a glass of aged whiskey in front of her, also a hand held firearm on her belt. Alcohol and firearms did not mix, incidents had occurred in the past when the two were mixed.

"Have a seat, I'll get a drink for you." She replied, signaling for the bartender's attention. 

"That is not necessary, I do not drink alcoholic beverages." Andreas said as he sat down next to her. Just then he felt a hand on his shoulder, a strong firm one which belonged to  a large human male.

"Just what do you think you're doing, pal? That's my girlfriend, and my seat. Why don't you move before I make you?" The man said to Andreas, his tone unfriendly. The usage of the pal a sarcastic use. A threat of physical confrontation was also spoken by him. All because Andreas had sat next to the man's lover.

"There is no need to resort to violence. Medical expenses on this station would be extreme for any with severe injuries caused by violence." Andreas replied, as he turned towards the man.

"What the hell does that mean? What are you, one of the fucking robots?"

"An android to be precise, robot is a crude term. Used more accurately for early, primitive labor units. I am the third generation model of Synthetic Avenue's mark II android, designed to appear completely human-like in more ways than just physical appearance." Andreas said, the man did ask him if he was a synthetic.

"What the fuck does that mean. Tony, I thought you didn't let robots into your bar." The man said to one of the bartenders.

"Only if they are with actual people." The bartender pitched in as he cleaned a glass with a rag.

"Well he just wandered in here by himself and started talking to my girl."

"That is incorrect sir, I am here on business with the members of my crew. Your lover offered me a drink, I simply continued friendly conversation with her." Andreas said, correcting the man.

"Then go sit with your damn crew, circuit-brain." The bartender said.

"As you wish," Andreas replied with a nod, then nodded at both the intoxicated woman and the man. "A pleasure to make both of your acquaintances." 

He then rose out of his seat and found two members of his crew at the corner booth. His fellow android and the captain. They were in close proximity as Cyl shed tears. It was a confusing sight to Andreas. Other androids were capable of producing human like tears, he just had not seen it before and was unsure why she was doing it.

"Why is Cyl crying, captain?" Andreas asked as he took a seat in the booth.