Tech isn't sure why he's here.

No, that's a lie ㅡ he knows why, but not why it'd facilitated the need for all of...this. The party that sprawls out before him is a lavish affair of opulence to an almost disgusting degree.

But that's what an obscene amount of wealth tends to attract, he supposes. He nor his squadmates have been able to escape it entirely either. Though tasked with keeping the hosting family safe after a recent string of attempted kidnappings and assassinations, there had been insistence that they not look so...out of place.

And so Tech stands at the edge of what can only be described as a ballroom sort of affair, dressed in clothes made from soft cloth with a price range far above what he can ever dream to afford (if he ever wanted to), trying not to look as uncomfortable as he is.

Already he's had several people approach to ask a myriad of questions ranging from ones under the assumption that he's staff to the surprising (and embarassing) question of if he's available as a suitor for prospective young nobility. He's seen his brothers several times, all in similar degrees of discomfort (save for Wrecker, who seems to fit in just fine with his cheerful demeanor).

It's as he's entertaining the long list of ins and outs for potential unwanted company that he's approached again, but this time by the child (the solitary or one of multiple, he can't recall at the moment) of the family they're there to protect. He turns, adjusting the set of his goggles. "Is something wrong?"