Hemlocke eventually got bored and walked down the main hall, standing still for a moment as he scanned the goers of the festival. Noting the presence of Outcasts and Hackers. Not particularly fond of the ladder. Walking to where the drinks could be found he leaned against the wall and drank an entire bottle of sake he had just payed for, staring out the reinforced glass to the nebula outside while he waited for the buzz to kick in so he didn't murder someone. His left hand on his upper thigh in case he needed to pull a blade on a rowdy goer of the festival who wanted a fight. Listening to the chaos of the festival, not much different from the regular chaos of rogue bases. Didn't feel much different to him here. Alone as he usually was, used to Amy's company, feeling out of place despite the similar setting, His hazel gaze was kept planted firm on the reinforced glass window as he was lost in thought.