Tony brings his glass to his lips and watches the wall, then the man, for any signs of a ruse. The guy's face is like a brick of meat with features. He doesn't look like the kind of guy who'd screw around with astrophysics unless it was necessary.
"Well then," he says, lifting his glass, "welcome to the edge of the universe. 'Means I don't have to go to that four o'clock board meeting."