Kei realizes as the tables fill in that, well...

He's afraid to open his mouth. There are so many people, so many potential new friends. He should be excited. But no, he's only anxious; it's a red-hot set of claws around his lungs that keep him quiet, head down.

He wants to talk ad make friends, but...all he can think of is his voice. It's going to get him laughed at, he knows it already