Here have some Jeremiah
Jeremiah watched Florence shuffle his index cards nervously at the podium. One time. Two times. Three times. Four times. From this, he could deduce that the man was not at all prepared for his speech. Most unfortunate. Jeremiah and Florence had met on a couple occasions, though he was sure that the other man didn't really know who he was as it was just in passing.
Normally, Jeremiah would opt himself as too busy to come to one of these events. But large gatherings of people meant large chances for information or better yet, a case of some sort.
Yet, he didn't approve of being so close to Prism's top operating officials. If anything, it was a little disconcerting to him. He looked around the room and watched the others conduct their conversations and engage in various instances of mingling.
It was at this moment that he determined he was being antisocial, and quite rude to the people around him. Though, if he spoke during Florence's speech, he'd be rude to Florence as well... hmm. Decisions, decisions. Ah, well. He figured that Florence probably didn't expect anyone to listen to him, anyway.
He turned to the person next to him with a smile on his face. "Are you excited about the coming new year?" he asked them curiously while he made a gesture with his right hand.