As out of place in this situation as anyone else here was, Saint-14 felt especially awkward without his armor. He was a Titan, after all, he practically lived in his armor, but apparently that had been confiscated along with his weapons and other belongings when he arrived here. All he had were the clothes given to him by his captors and his Ghost, Gepetto, who floated politely by his shoulder.

Playing nice with a company like Jorgmund didn't sit right with him, but given how many people they had essentially taken hostage, Saint felt he could do more good protecting them than fighting something faceless and not-punchable like a megacorporation.

So while he normally would have found an office party like this almost insulting given the situation, he decided instead to make himself helpful and started cutting pieces of cake for people who seemed brave enough to give it a try. Of course, the unpleasant crunch that sometimes emerged when he cut a piece caused him to be slightly more grim-faced than someone cutting cake should be.

"This is like the worst Dawning party ever," he sighed, speaking in a thick Russian accent, before forcing a smile in an effort to be friendly.

He held out a paper plate with a piece of cake (which looked like he had managed to scrape off the more unpleasant bits) towards the nearest person.

"Cake?"