Galen has been trying his hardest to avoid Those Guys. Really. But the town hall is only so big, and there are only so many people, and Kobra is standing right next to the drinks, god dammit. He can only deal with being thirsty for so long until he decides to just deal with it and approach the dude who socked his face.

"Hey," he says as un-awkwardly as possible, glancing up at Kobra and tugging a plastic cup loose from the sleeve. "Merry... uh, Pseudomas."