Whilst it would be true to say he'd been somewhat flattered he'd received an invitation to go to the party Asgard was having, he wasn't entirely comfortable with it, nor was he entirely impressed with how it seemed to imply that no-one considered him much of a threat. It wasn't that he wanted to be considered one per se, it was just that in some ways, it was frustrating to know that people didn't have much of an opinion of you in any particular respect (particularly as he had been known for one reason or another back amongst his classmates, and within certain circles). Whatever, though. He figured the party would be interesting if nothing else (and 'interesting' had such a wide definition that it he didn't have any need to be more specific than that).
After enquiring about dress code, he'd been been quite pleased to have been told it was casual (it made things so much easier for him) and had left Niflheim with the intent of arriving on time, but certainly not early. After finding that Jazz had invited Midvalley, Shinji couldn't help but feel a little surprised (and to be honest, he decided the less he thought about that fact, the better). The idea of inviting someone hadn't even entered his head (and really, who would he have invited to accompany him?)
Upon reaching Asgard and being shown to the appropriate room, Shinji couldn't help but stand somewhat awkardly; it was far from being the most comfortable social situation he'd ever been in (although, clearly, it wasn't the most uncomfortable). Yet again, he noted, he was the youngest (and probably, again, by some fair amount. He idly wondered if that was why they overlooked him, why people like Jazz presumed he had no 'x-factor' or whatever he'd called it. Just because he didn't go flaunting everything, it didn't mean he wasn't capable). Glancing around at the others in the room, he wondered who was who; he hadn't conversed with many from Asgard (well, in truth, he'd only conversed with Dorian as far as he knew), and he had absolutely no idea who everyone was. He didn't know what Dorian looked like, even.
Shoving one hand in a pocket, Shinji glanced briefly up at the ceiling. This thing had better be vaguely interesting, or else he'd have had wasted an evening (he supposed he at least got to see how Asgard interacted with one another, although he was fully aware that for as long as he, Jazz and Midvalley were around, they'd be guarded).