Professor X - Open
He was all smiles for the most part, being here. Charles was used to lavish affairs, though he was by far one of the more humble rich faces present. Bruce Wayne, Tony Stark, even Miss Bishop (who did a number of admirable charity events) were in attendance.
If he seemed bothered that he was likely the only one in a wheelchair he did not show it, nor was bothered that security had been insistent on checking the chair thoroughly. (He had tried and entirely failed to hide his smirking when they examined Logan.) He was using the electronic joystick to stir himself through the crowd, and did so gracefully. Because he was staying mindful--people usually sent out a sort of intent when they were about to step backward without looking down first.
It was a constant careful dance... being mindful, but not to the point of invasion. Some thoughts just sang out. Sometimes he had to put a screen about himself just for the buzz. Years practice had made it all mostly effortless at this point.
And he wasn't going to turn down a bit of drink, accepting a white wine from the waiter and nodding approvingly at the taste. Of course, T'Challa would have the best for his guests. He would have to pay his respects to the host soon enough. He would wait till later in the evening, however.