"Fuck if I know, Starfleet is run by the dimmest twits in the 'verse," Harry answered and shrugged. Was his nose bleeding? It felt like his nose was bleeding.

"Maybe someone thought his ass looked good in uniform, shit, Sammy." He pressed two fingers against the swelling side of his face. "You dropped right off the face'a'things. The hell happened to you?"

Harry had been wondering. You know, when he wasn't profitting from it.