A group of regulars sat in the smoky corner of the bar looked across as the airlock opened. They observed the gangly youth tentatively enter the room, saw him stand wide-eyed as he stared about him. One of the group nudged his nearest companion. "I'll lay you ten to one that lad is looking for the Free Iselene meeting". His compatriate replied "No bet! - You can't miss them, poor sods!". They continued in a similar vein until the space rat left their view. He had accidentally been misdirected into the alien males lavatory, instead of the revolutionary groups side-room.