A single untouched shotglass of what was probably whisky sat on the table by Ahnciel who had fallen asleep on his work some few hours ago. Star charts and a notebook filled with a nonsensical script and diagrams to back it up under his arm and face, an ear twitching in his slumber. This is what the world had become for the fallen commander, resorting to finding places to crash for the day and living at night since he didn't have money for actually having a place to live. The drink? Someone may have left it there, since Ahnciel had used the coins he found from the previous night to get a bagel for breakfast/dinner. I'm sure if he was awake he'd appreciate it.

With a small sniff, he sat up and blinked sleep from his eyes. A piece of paper following up since a bit of drool during his sleep caused it to stick to his cheek. He lifted an eyebrow, the mint green glow lighting up as the iris silently whirred to life, opening to reveal the lens which joined his other eye in noting that their choice residence for the day had become populated while he was out. Yawning, he picked up the shot glass to give the contents a smell before cringing and setting it back down.
It was been almost four days in this new world and he hated it just as much as the last one; too many humans all packed together like sardines. Normally they'd all put Ahnciel on edge, but the first two days spent hiding didn't help him at all since the worst treatment he'd received were a few girls who'd thought he was adorable and wanted to pet him. That was...unexpected.

Ahnciel peeled the paper from his face, looking at the contents which were little more than marks of gibberish to anyone else who didn't know the language. It was a simple recounting of the events that lead up to the crash which he'd written down so he wouldn't forget any details of the strange radiation readings that disabled his ship. Where the parts could be? Who knew. It was about a good of time as any to be up and pack his things for today's wandering. Ahnciel stood after refolding everything and slipping it into his messenger bag, standing and lingering for a moment to yawn and take in the events in the bar.

It was all business as usual as far as he was concerned. Creatures in disguise, creatures out of disguise, humans disguised as creatures...humans disguised as creatures in disguise. What almost looked like a skeleton took him by surprise before it vanished, causing the Aylv to doubt what he'd seen, rubbing his eyes. Outside it was all humans and so, weighing his options, Ahnciel sat back in his seat near the bar and downed the shot of warm whisky. He cringed from the alien bitterness, tensing while their ears fluttered in distress from the unexpected heat of the obviously alcoholic drink. Supposing he'd be there until either something happened or the place closed for the night, he pulled out his notebook to try to pick up where he left off in trying to plan his first move.