There was nothing for him to be captain of in this godforsaken city. He did his best to maintain order among the Starfleet officers present and uphold the rules and regulations that existed for incidents just like this, but there was only so much a man could do. He wasn't Starfleet Command and this was far from being San Fransisco or the 23rd Century. The city had it's own police force and the citizens seemed uncomfortable with the idea of a stronger military presence; he couldn't blame them, given the situation. He refused to do anything that would make this city feel even more like a cage. He wasn't the warden.
"You could do with a few more scars," was his reply as he walked over to his friend. "Want the grand tour or to see your room first? Place comes with pre-assigned housing and everything."