Sigma isn't entirely sure why he bothered to accept the invitation. He tries to remind himself it was a gesture to become more sociable, and, in general, a more likeable person to those associated with his district, but the moment he enters the warehouse beads of sweat collect on the back of Sigma's neck. This is not an environment he feels comfortable in, and he finds himself grateful when someone arrives to whisk him away to a more private lounge.

Nervously Sigma pulls up a chair next to his new stylist. There is an awkward silence as the herculean man beholds Derrick, clearly not one for makeup parties or fashion. Sigma passes the gift bag a sidelong look, hoping to discreetly do away with it as soon as he could.

"Ah... No. In fact, I do not intend to stay long. I only wished to introduce myself. My name is Sigma Klim."

He is definitely regretting coming.