Philip dips his fingers into the cup undulating the liquid gently as humming a diddy with neither words or real music. He didn't need a mirror to tell him his eyes were blood shot, with pupils the size of pin heads. He was a doctor after all.

"Captain Pike to Boyce." The doctor attempts to place the martini on the table, attempt resulted in landing on the ground, glasses scattered about.

"Boyce here."

"Get ready for caculaties there was an incident in the engine room."

"Understood." Philip walks gingerly towards a hyper spray injecting himself, all symptoms of the drink and four previous vanish.