As the lighting altered itself, Cledwynn just sort of gasped in a startled manner. What, he had to wonder, was going on? He had zoned out for just a brief moment and was only barely taking into account what was said and what was taking place. He was prone to do this, and sometimes it stopped him from properly keeping up with the constantly increasing commotion. Knowing this, he explored the constructs of his mind for the smallest of timestamps, recalling what was said and what was happening. Someone said 'she's a telepath'... Who said that, and who was the subject in question? The lights dimmed, and Sandra ... was gone? Wait.. No, there she was, getting a refill on coffee, but.. something was off about her, which saddened him- he really didn't want to end their conversation so soon. Maybe it was his fault. No one, he felt, would find him interesting enough to hold conversation. Not if they got a sample of his drab personality, that is. At least, he felt that way. Before he could really figure that out, though, he noticed more people arriving.. oddly dressed men surrounded by women of the rather temptingly voluptuous variety, as well as.. a young child flanked by two guards. 

A child? That caught his interest- a small child out in space, surrounded by men in spiritual garb, wielding what looked like toy pistols.

He hadn't realized it yet, but he was kind of awkwardly staring, his head tilted and a quirky yet confused look on his face.