'Clearly I have been a bad influence on the Prophets' was the thought that drfted through Ben's head as it seemed they had given him coporeal form once more. He'd spent... an undetermined amonunt of time among the Prophets. Such was the disadvantage of being among a non-linear species. However they had decided he needed some time to process some of what they'd been trying to teach him, and thus he would appear just inside the doors of what looked like a lounge.

'Well it's not Vic's...' But then again what was? That felt like the 1950s, this was definitely 24th century tech. Hell, it made him think of what he'd heard from Worf of Ten Forward. Deciding to see what he was dealing with he made his way to the bar, to order himself a raktajino and see what he could see.