FELLOW WALLFLOWERS, WHAT WHAT?
Five has absolutely no problems mingling with the crowd, or the Pickwicks - you'd almost begin to wonder how the hell someone who raised himself in an apocalypse even knows how, but it's all just bluff and luck. The fact that he looks like someone barely out of his tween years doesn't seem to bother most either beyond the occasional double take. Five might look like a kid, but he sure as fuck doesn't talk or behave like one. But mingling also helps him to take stock of the room, its security and its potential troublemakers.
He's got his eye on you, Loki.
But he grabs another drink and brings it over to Amalia, and without wasting words, hands it to her. "I can chuck in a little umbrella too."