Five has been indulging in the time honored tradition of people watching. He's still getting used to the amount of people there are here, and in the world. Forty five years alone will do that to you.

Eventually, he hones in on a face that is more than familiar. Klaus?

He abandons his armchair and blinks over to where Klaus is. "The fuck are you doing?" Here, in general, as well as, Klaus, what are you doing?