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Hughes isn't quite aware of how much time had passed between when he'd vanished upstairs to find his room and now, when he picks his way over to a comfortable booth, stopping to get a cup of tea and a bowl of soup. He knows it's been longer than one would normally wait between meals, and that he'd slept longer than he had at one time in years, since the last time he'd been truly ill. But were he to guess, he'd set it at perhaps 48 hours. Certainly not at nearly a week.
However, he isn't contemplating the strange mechanics of Milliways' time as he eats his meal. Instead, he's watching the bar's patrons, years of practice making simple observation a hard habit to break. He still sorts the information into useful, interesting, and both; the strange nature of the Bar ensures that in the time being, most tidbits gleaned will fall into the third category.
While he might appear a little worn around the edges, Hughes certainly doesn't seem unfriendly. In fact, he appears to be quite approachable.
However, he isn't contemplating the strange mechanics of Milliways' time as he eats his meal. Instead, he's watching the bar's patrons, years of practice making simple observation a hard habit to break. He still sorts the information into useful, interesting, and both; the strange nature of the Bar ensures that in the time being, most tidbits gleaned will fall into the third category.
While he might appear a little worn around the edges, Hughes certainly doesn't seem unfriendly. In fact, he appears to be quite approachable.