Robo wasn't one to let being suddenly transported somewhere unfamiliar phase him. After a little bit of looking around, he managed to both find his way to Ten Forward and pull something resembling an explanation from a nervous ensign.

Ordering a drink wasn't exactly in the cards for him, largely because he had no way to imbibe it. Instead, he busied himself with studying a PADD someone had left sitting around. Or he would have, had he not run into an obstacle that had been plaguing him for several years.

"I swear, one of these days I'm going to find the inventor of the touchscreen and punch him right in the mouth." He muttered, ineffectively trying to swipe the screen with his metal fingers.