There was tea offered, and Jean-Luc is here trying to escape the watchful eye of everyone who knows what he just went through. He’s moving a bit slower than normal. The scars on his face where Locutus tried to surgically repair him are still healing. But that is the only outward sign that he’d been through anything of import. Otherwise, he’s outwardly holding himself together fairly well. His carriage is his normal, distinguished demeanor. He looks completely in charge of himself. Completely nonplussed, albeit a bit thoughtful as if he’s internalizing too much to completely ignore.
He sits down in sector zero on a bench, a bit out of the way so as not to intrude on people and enjoying the solitude and the silence as he sips on his newly acquired tea. He’d just rid himself of a second voice in his head and is soaking in his own, solitary thoughts. The tea is tasteful even if it isn’t his preferred earl grey. While he’s enjoying the singularity of the moment, he is certainly approachable. Jean-Luc is always approachable as he’d learned over his time as Captain, than no matter his own state, he should be ever prepared for those who might need him or want his attention or company. Yes, approachable indeed.