Any office stationed out here or out this far had been in space awhile - it was just a fact of the position of the colony. The enlarged size was probably a way to soothe already frayed nerves from being in the tight spaces of the ship for so long, and while Yorktown did support a civilian population, it was by and large a Federation outpost. They could afford to take up a bit more room.

"A man after my own heart," he chuckled, pouring them both simple straight glasses. He liked his that way too, and his scotch. He placed one down in front of Pike and sat beside him, leaning back in his chair, but didn't immediately drink. "This one is for me, but the Enterprise has her own bar, and we keep it as well stocked as we can. Sometimes we do go a bit long between resupplies. Star Fleet is generous with these places to sleep, but not that generous. We have to handle food and drink ourselves."

He shrugged and sipped from his class, looking towards Pike for a moment as he did.

"Look, I... I know this must be difficult - all of this. It's a lot, I'm sure," he started, turning the glass in his hand slowly. "Even harder, when there's someone else, another you, that was already around in this universe. I was shocked when you first said your name, and I'm sure I might have said some things, and Command too, that put pressure on you. While I am glad that there is a Christopher Pike here again, I'm not a little kid. I know you're not him - my Pike. I've made my peace with his passing, and I would never expect you to be him." His class turning stopped. "So to that end, I would very much like the chance to get to know you, Christopher Pike."