A group of young men forms around a woman. She's obviously older than they are, and attractive in an obvious way. Boringly attractive. A testament to the efficacy of cosmetic finessing. Still, there are some things no cosmetics can hide. The men are confident. But isn't overconfidence a sign of ineptitude? They're overcompensating. They're circus clowns who arrived together in a tiny car.
Roy floats around the room, a grinning cat. He has always mixed well with people, moved easily from crowd to crowd. He'd make a great psychiatrist.
"It wasn't like this the last time I was here," he says. "This is a different crowd." He smiles, watches.