Clay is standing with a small group of people, his hands folded in front of him, as he listens to the man dressed as Dracula ramble about something he didn't even bother to listen to.

He's searching for an excuse to get out of this dull conversation.

Miraculously, he sees you out of the corner of his eye, and he wastes no time telling the group that he has other matters to tend to.

He walks over to you, adjusting his collar.