[The drunk man leaves his spot to chat up another group of well-dressed older people. Cid's eyes don't leave the space in front of himself.]

How do they expect someone at my age to stay up all night for something like this? They could have had the dinner at the university, not at some nightclub I cannot leave. They don't even serve any good coffee here. [Bah.] But I can't leave without their noticing me, and they don't know anyone else more interesting to continuously pester.