He'd settled back a bit, away from the table and the people around him, letting them distract each other from him until he became simply another shadow in the room.
It took him a few moments to figure out the machine but after sheathing his claws in shadow he was able to select the person he had in mind.
After that he edged further away from the gathering, grateful to Stryfe but aware that if he pressed too hard on the man, he might in inadvertently do damage to his vibrant soul.
No. He had to deal with his own demons, without harming anyone.
One day riot, this will be your burden and I will not envy you it.