Pablo himself would halt, instictively sensing that something was wrong. 

"I...King...Bets...I'm sorry," he began to babble, every attempt at finishing his words ending incoherently. After a few tries that ended up in incoherent babbling such as:

"Blame...Metal...Dispute..." Pablo froze up, waiting for someone else to deal with this social situation better than he did.

Then, when Gloria arrived, Pablo would sigh...he had embarrassed himself in front of a hot girl. Or rather, he would sigh if he were not babbling.

But, still, he'd gotten slightly more than he lost this day.