Falco hadn't checked the network. Truth be told, he didn't give two shits about anything that went on around this dump. If he hadn't been out exploring the satellite, he wouldn't have known there was any sort of party thing going on at all. During his aimless wanderings, he just happened to stop at Deck 4.

And, holy shit. It was so... festive. It was like some little kid's birthday party or something.

NOOOOOOPE. Falco spun on his heel and started heading back the way he came. He'd rather throw himself out an airlock than hang around a bunch of weirdos all night. With any luck, he'd get away without being noticed.