"Impossible describes it all. Any time and any place, and for one reason or another unable to leave the greater New York area." Galen led the way to a table, pausing to signal a waitress. "Bourbon, a double straight up, with a water side. Something for my nephew as well, we're celebrating his graduation." When the waitress moved off he continued, "Needed something to explain the robes."
"Impossible, implausible, pick your adjective - they all fit. My ship draws power from hyperspace, it should be impossible to interrupt the feed. Yet I arrived here on a collision course with the city, main engines dead. Had just enough power in the batteries to land safely. I know there should be intelligent alien races out there, but the hypercom is dead; nobody seems to be out there at all."
He nodded. "Ah, the cost. Most gave some, some gave all. It never changes."
"We can get you properly dressed in a little. I can guide you to the Welcome Center after. For that matter, I do have two guest cabins on my ship if nothing else develops for you."