Further thoughts on the social position(ing) thing.

At a table somewhere in the seedy underbelly of Albuquerque:

Paul: Okay, everyone happy with your playbooks? Great. There’s some setup to be done next…

Joe: reaches into his bag, pulls out a wad of knitting, settles into a scarf or something

Paul: oh shit what’s this? Is he checking out? Mad about something? Okay, Joe! Your turn! Tell me blah-de-blah about your faction…

Joe: is totally engaged but destresses by knitting; immediately answers, it’s clever and succinct, and he returns to knitting

Paul: okay so this is just his jam, cool, don’t need to worry about him.

Another example! This one’s mechanically mandated.

At a table at some other con. The GM pulls out his tablet and finds his copy of Dog Eat Dog:

GM: First question! Who at the table makes the most money?

Players: various flavors of minor freak-out and muttering; someone eventually comes forward with a number.

So, yeah. People stuff. People-people, not fiction-personae.