Raven tapped Ivan and whispered to him: "I'm still here kid. Something is definitely up."

Then, standing up, Raven put both gauntlets on and stood at the ready. His face was no longer one of laid-back happiness, but of a steely gaze as he looked around at everyone in the room. His eyes narrowed opon looking at the Caravanian. How did the lady know they were here? Why this particular time just when three people who so far haven't been exactly friendly showed up? He tried to be optimistic about this at first, but things were getting a little ridiculous. And now the pale fellow and the cowboy were chattering it up in whispers. Were they in on whatever was going on here? No, they were probably just suspicious as well. Hopefully. Everything about Raven's instincts were screaming danger.