She's poured herself another Home-Made Caf-Pow from the flask by this point, but hasn't had the opportunity to drink any of it yet. In fact, she'd forgotten she was holding it as the strange man entered, babbling away to himself.
Abby can't help staring. The guy's a weirdo, but isn't everyone here? And she's never seen him before, but he knows people here... A quick glance around the room, however, shows most are as confused as she is.
"'Cuse me..." She manages, as the man walks past her table, "You saved Christmas? But it's like... March?"