Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence. –Well, I hate to break this to you, but Starfleet operates in space. –Yeah, well, I got nowhere else to go. The ex-wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce. All I got left is my bones.
My God, man, you could at least act like it was a hard decision! –I intend to assist in the effort to re-establish communication with Starfleet. However, if crew morale is better served by my roaming the halls weeping, I will gladly defer to your medical expertise.