Steve is not really a party person, but he's here nonetheless (probably mostly because B is, with maybe a dash of still trying to get the lay of the land, social structure-wise, thrown in), with a few slices of pizza on his plate and a singular milkshake he's working on slowly, like it's second nature to savor it and make it last as long as possible, even if it melts in the meantime.

He largely sticks to the periphery, though, watching people playing games (dancing or otherwise) but not joining. He doesn't look completely unapproachable, just very much like someone whose comfort zone rests squarely in wallflower territory.