Regina laughed with a nod before reaching to pat Ionathan's shoulder. "Still a whelp compared to most of the others on our group back then." She meant it playfully and hoped her old ally would take it that way, as well as the boy who seemed to be content with metaphorically following in Ionathan's footsteps.

She listened to the rest of the introductions with a nod and a smile to each of them. She had to cut off her thoughts with the beauty of the bestial humanoid lioness. And the cute deer faun.

Turning to the rest of the group, she smiled big and friendly. "Regina Hills, Psionisist Stealther. If you've felt something strange in your mind, that was probably me." Everyone who didn't have a block up would be able to feel her presence leaving their minds. "And I think I will take some of your wine, friend," she smirked, floating it towards her.

Turning back to Ionathan, she tilted her head. "Do you remember Siegfried?" She took a drink of the beverage with a nod before floating it back to its owner's hand. "Big guy with the birthmark on his forehead and the strange scar on his shoulder."