[ Right. Don't look too happy to see the traitor. Fortunately, it doesn't look as though anyone else saw his face - there are advantages to being as short as he is - and his yell could easily have been an unhappy one. But he screws up his face anyway, and makes sure his next comment is properly appalled. ]

A drink? I ought to give you a goddamn punch to the face. The hell are you doing back here?

[ He reaches out to grab Byerly's arm, to pull him down and away from the rest of the crowd. ]