Genji is feeling rather self conscious in the black and green suit the robots had picked out for him. It felt odd to wear clothes over his armor, not to mention he not only isn't wearing his helmet, he doesn't even have it with him. He'd left it in his room because he knew himself, at the first sign of awkwardness he'd be slamming it back on his head and hiding because that was easier than facing personal interaction head on.

He has gathered a plate of food and sat down and is now confronted with too many shiny silver utensils and half a dozen glasses. Like Angel he is utterly lost, sending a few panicked glances her way.

"Do you know what any of these are?" a hushed whisper as if they're co-conspirators in place setting espionage.