The chuckle was a good sign and his smile grew a little when he heard it. At least he could make somebody smile, that meant things really weren't so bad, at least in his book. There were worse places than a space station, and it meant a whole new group of people to inflict his jokes on, so really things weren't bad at all. Trouble might come if he got restless but he was sure he had some time before that happened.
"No umbrellas? Now that just feels wrong, especially as you could probably put together a really cool space style umbrella if you're capable of puttin' together a space station. What's the point of havin' a theme if you ain't gonna stick to it? I bet the bartender ain't even some kinda space-age robot butler. Shame, shame, shame." He grinned. "I'd still love a drink even if there ain't no astronaut ice cream to go with it."