Lazarus did manage to pull together a somewhat decent appearance tonight. Not that it matters, because the second he stepped inside the teleporter, he'd stepped out wearing baggy jeans and a plain white t-shirt, with his suit nowhere to be seen, even when he went back to Shepherd's Haven to look for it. He'd sheepishly had to take advantage of the clothing they offered at the event, but even after donning a navy blue double-breasted suit, he looks like he fits in and thrives in this environment about as much as a fish in a desert. His suit doesn't appear comfortable in the least on him, and his hair is already tangling up again despite having had a comb run through it. He's nibbling here or there but always cautiously, as though on the lookout for symptoms of feeling ill kicking in, and since he can't be sure about the ingredients of the little hot dogs wrapped in crispy, flaky dough, he sticks pretty strictly to vegetables and sweets.

He's better at mingling on the Network. Approaching new people there is nothing but typing or speaking a few phrases. Here, he's relegated to looking on and hoping very much that he spots someone he's friends with. Maybe Misa? Having such an attractive date on his arm might inspire confidence, right? He ends up going to the bar for a gin and tonic, relying on that to loosen him up in the meantime.