[b][I]Raven Rivers[/i][/b]

Gone were most traces of psychotic rage as Raven Rivers approached Jonathan, stretched out his hand to shake, and said, "So, you're with us now; want to have a drink? We have Espian moonshine in the mess hall..."

As he trailed off, anyone listening in could recognize that Raven was clearly happy. Selfish and self-centered he might be at times, but even that had limits; right now, the Pilot wanted to remind everyone that he had a different side to him, that he was one of the founding members of the company for a reason. And that reason was the fact that when pushed to it, Raven Rivers can be sincerely charming, the sort of charm which came not from smooth words and honeyed tones, but rather from a fundamental need to see those he counts as friends happy. And right now, Jonathan was a friend or adjacent to one.

So Raven smiled and introduced himself, "Raven Rivers; Mechwarrior. Here's hoping to fight beside you in multiple battlefields in the future."

Short but sweet, gregarious but not overly so. Raven knew how to present himself in a friendly manner when he really wanted to, although of course, it was his intelligence - Which was still there - that had charmed his wife (and a dozen other men and women, but they were not as good for him as his wife). Then the man decided to reveal yet another reason why Jon might want to hang out with him and the other pilots, "We also have Simulators, by the way. Want us to do a mech combat spar?"

[@Pilatus]