Jono considered not coming, despite the long-term treatment he might receive. He'd felt more than a little off since his attack at the music shop and all he really wanted was a night at home with his feet up and Siouxsie in his lap. Instead, he was at the pageant, leaning heavily on his cane.

He nodded toward Kang as he approached the punch, pouring a second cup and offering it to the older man. "How long do you think's polite t' make nice before yer allowed t' leave?" Making nice was not one of Jono's strong points when he wasn't feeling well.