Casually, well, he hoped it looked casual, Hugo strolled up to the punch bowl and fetched a cup for himself, glancing over at Libra and her brother. He kind of wanted the brother to go away, but it didn't seem likely at this point.
Raising his free hand in a somewhat awkward greeting, he nodded to Libra, "Hey. Um, sad times, yeah?"
Perhaps he could have come up with something dumber to say, but he didn't think it was likely.