Rodolphus stands shunted off to the side, away from no one group of people in particular, just... away. Out of the way, he would say if asked, but if asked, he would be very surprised indeed. He's holding a mug of hot chocolate but only for the warmth, though he does have a jacket on — something dark, of course, and tailored to his somewhat old-fashioned taste. He stares up at the dome almost as soon as he arrives and picks his place, unmoved and uninterested by the conversations and people around him. If he didn't like being in the middle of it, though, he wouldn't have come. Sobek Croix is comparatively isolated from city lights and he could easily have used magic to provide an enlarged view just for himself, if he'd been so inclined.