Weller had to resist the urge to immediately begin networking once he found himself in a place like this. The invitation had been to all Numbered and he was eager to take advantage of it, but... there was his responsibility to Thunder Corp and he also had Factor's secretary essentially shoot him down.

It was best not to appear too desperate.

In any case, he'd made sure to wear his best suit (inherited from his father), and he'd gone to enough school fundraisers during his teaching days to know how to behave. Still, the man felt a bit star struck, surrounded by so many important people.

But no, it was other Numbered he needed to focus on tonight. With a confident smile, a drink in one hand, and his cane held in the other, he approached as many people as possible.

"Good evening. I take it you're enjoying the party as well?"