Purser wakes up for a moment to grumble "Somebody really has got to get that [insert impolite word here]ing thing away from him...My ears"...His eyes widen and reality hits him like a frying pan thrown from a train by an epic level fighter. "Walthers didn't actually hire a ship, I thought it was provided by the state! I'm going to have a word with him"
The man marches over to the thin sliding door with the letters "Ofise" messily scrawled, and enters for a little chat.