"Ah." Yes, by Giles' profoundly unimpressed impression, he does in fact remember that. "Which makes you the one--"

Well. The crowd of absurdly-dressed and variously drunken idiots had all run together, after a point. But the boy had certainly done a number of things, none of them appreciated in Giles' night, before he was distracted by the ensuing chaos. And then the following responsibility, as the most sober and respectable-looking man to have not yet bolted or swaggered or stumbled away, of dealing with the police.

"And yet here I am." Doesn't he sound delighted about it, too. "Leaving further tourists to knock each other senseless in the street. Do let's hope the city is still standing by the time we're let out."