The small-ish man who seems to fall out of nowhere and land on the floor hardly seems to find this turn of events very unusual.
So few events are unusual any more.
After making sure that he isn't dead (he never is. Actually dying would be a surprise), he brushes himself off and walks straight for the bar.
"Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster," he says simply.
When it appears, he downs it in one, jerks his head violently, and punches a nearby barstool.
"One more for the road," he declares, his voice hoarse and slightly choked. He takes his drink, and finds a comfortable chair to watch the End of the Universe.
The tall-ish man who wanders in through the door shortly after doesn't seem to even notice where he is. He's more concerned with the glass fish bowl he's holding in his hands.
He's got a cloth, which he's using to very gently and meticulously polish the bowl with, and Wonko seems to find this far more interesting than a pan-dimensional bar.
After a few moments, Wonko taps the glass with his thumbnail, and stops in his tracks. He very nearly drops the bowl out of shock, and has to find somewhere to sit down, very quickly.
Well... That clears a few things up.