G looked over his shoulder briefly at the new arrival, but ultimately went back to his drink without answering. He wasn't in the mood to be anyone's doorman or greeter, nor was he in the mood for idle chit-chat.

He arrived in the pub with the sole purpose of getting plastered enough so that he could forget the world and everyone in it existed for a bit. After all, blacking out drunk was probably the most similar state he could get to the mild awareness of being in the ring.