It's not been a good time. At all. They'd won on Colu and dealt with Brainiac 8 and the robo-zombies had been sorted out and cured. But there's still a pall over the Legion, a certain listlessness about how close things came.

There's no surprise to those who know him that it's hit Vance as hard as it has anybody else. So he's not paying the least bit of attention to his surroundings because he's in a safe place, even if bits of it are still being reconstructed.

So it's not that strange that a donut to the face? Takes him completely by surprise. It's almost comical, the way that Vance splutters, donut falling off of his face (because his nose isn't long enough or sharp enough to keep it there), eyes wide in shock for all of a few seconds.

And he hears the snickers, the people trying to keep it quiet but the humor of the moment breaks a bit of the tension. And Vance? Vance is a good enough leader to realize that looking stupid is a good enough reason to get rid of it. And, as he contemplates his food, there's worse things than looking a bit silly, too.

Which is why he grins, scooping up his protein mush and turning, using the spoon as a catapult to throw it to the other side of the room. While his TK flings some back in the general direction of the donut tosser.