At least Maxwell had thought to dress up at least a little bit for the occasion, so while plain, he certainly wasn't that much of an embarrassment to be around in that particular establishment. He wore his finest kilt a nice shirt and the only real pair of slacks he owned.

He was staring out the window when Raikov approached, fascinated with the rotating view. "Hm?" It was... Rai...not. The fellow that bore a strong resemblance to Raiden. The art teacher? "Oh! Yes, I am. Hello! E2, is it?"